If I had treated you like nothing, 

Below me …

Played that game, 

Treated you like those before, 

You would have fallen, desire insane. 

You know it, as you pined before, 

Before I made reveal. 

But I shot straight, no games, 

And told you how I feel … 

Not knowing you prefer men of station

And enjoy their sordid manipulation. 

I threw you away your want by being real.

Irony.