She runs to him when hurt, 

With cavalier mockery and condemnation of the only one who can stab her so, 

When inside she dies, cutting her own life short, 

By her denial and his attention she seeks in show. 

And that is how she seals her fate, 

As to whom she runs is an inveterate ass, 

It’s simply not up for debate,

His whole life is built upon greed, everything crass.

He takes her side, makes her feel wanted, 

Cuts down the other like a frat boy,

Makes her feel that she is his, 

When she is just a useful toy. 

He uses her pain for his own ends, 

Though he collects others by the score, 

He acts the caring suitor, 

Though he does not want to know her at her core.

For if he did, he would leave her at once, 

As she has far too much baggage, 

For anyone who does not seek to use her, 

It’s an act he plays, a false pledge. 

She uses him as a sounding board, 

Trying to convince herself she loves his ugliness, 

But she cannot, because he holds nothing real for her, 

Only the one who touched her soul can heal her distress.

Only the one who loved her true, 

Spent time and saw inside her being, 

Can want her for real with all her issues, for always, 

For he spent that time in seeing. 

The ass spent naught but money, 

And enough attention to plant the hook, 

But he is a liar, as he has never known her well enough, 

And will never love her book. 

But she runs the wrong way, unloads, and thinks that she feels better, 

But nothing has truly changed for her, as she reruns painful words in her head, 

But she tells him that she loves him anyway, 

And then dreams of someone else in bed.