this is not what I signed up for.

I read what you write
and I know how speak of them-
those girls that have all come before
and I can't help but blame them
for this jaded and angered
man I vehemently deplore

you're frustratingly selfish
deliberately insolent
and always inform me you're bored
these are things I choose to ignore

for I know in between
lies the heart of a kind
someone I cherish and adore.

it's just why does that king
at the sound of a ring
fall to disheveled pieces on the floor?

where is the truth is your allure?