Did she mention how I’m the girl of the moment?
Splashed across magazine cover pages like dripping acid from batteries
Radioactive toxic waste
How could you.
How could you.
Your bright blue eyes, cornflower blue—they said
He’s a gentleman and knows manners long dead
But you really weren’t; not at all what they said
Should I listen to them or the voices in my head?
Tell me this is wrong because it feels so right and I can’t think anymore
No end in sight
Your poisoned words so dark, so deep, penetrating their sickly message beneath
Smudged lipstick and weak resistance
And I’m not too sure what the truth is anymore
So when you tell your girlfriend the next day
Clock’s at 7; the minute hand set slightly off
Where you’ve been
Why don’t you tell her how you spent your time at the bar down the street
Drinking and looking at innocent girls, fragile, who didn’t know any better?
Charmed by your pretty boy blue eyes that they said held gentlemanly ways
Called me whore, slut, good for nothing, bitch
Because blame, that aphrodisiac is better than lies; scapegoat scorned and martyr chosen
Deception taken lightly, already entranced by that clear azure stare
Which behind only lays cruelty
They can’t see it because they have blinded themselves;
You hide yourself so transparently yet society dictates the routines
Overlooking the monster inside you
Buying and selling girls like cattle
A meaningless fling, date rape in the dim dark alleyway behind
I drank too much but that was no excuse
You told me I dressed that way, tight bandage dress and high heels on
But it wasn’t for you to take.
I am more than that
I dressed for myself and you used that as an excuse for your burgeoning lust
You should have controlled yourself
But this life isn’t a world of should haves
It’s what you did, not what you say
Ancient reincarnation prevalent in our lives
Acceptance by them
How could you.
And yet I, foolish, believed them when they said—
Your bright blue eyes, cornflower blue
He’s a gentleman and knows manners long dead
