I would say I got lost in your eyes,

Entangled in your web of beautiful lies.

I walked over hot coals

Feeling the red, hot sear of rekindled passion

On the soles of my feet,

Repressed in ill-fitting shoes,

Waltzing with a clumsy partner

Who steps on my toes all night.

You build me up to continuously tear me down

But I have a degradation kink

And I want you to spit on my grave.

Death pays its dues.

I’ll always be the one who got away

While you’re still squandering the labyrinth of my complex oddities,

Putting me in the cabinet with all of your other curiosities.

A picture lasts longer than a thousand words

So why not display my corpse,

Mummify my devotion,

Just to take me out at your bland dinner parties?

Tell your equally bland guests about our game of cat and mouse.

How I sure fought until the bitter end

But you eventually wore me down

And took me as your trophy.