Mr. Wrong
You show me who you are
All the time
I refuse to see it
I grant the benefit of doubt
I’m optimistic
Though my messages go unanswered
Days go by
And the moment I mention sex
You finally reply
Deflation exists when I realize
You’re not pursuing me
You’re seducing me
I had such high hopes
And I fell in love with that fantasy
Rather than the reality
And every time I try to walk away
You whisper sweet nothings to make me stay
It’s my weakness
Eventually I’ll learn
And get tired of this cycle
I should know better
Right now I’m still in denial
That I could ever be fooled
I’ll keep that secret
But I’m warming up to the idea
You’ll never change
And I deserve better
So when I cut ties
It’ll be for good
And I’ll thank you for the lesson