Ostentatious Orator

You took hold on a man
You couldn’t possibly understand,
Manipulated his hopeful plans
While lying on his skin,
Sharing poisonous depressive wine
Aware it didn’t sit well inside him.

Plying his dreams with useless tips
Showered fruitless, futile gifts
Took him on seaside trips
Paid his rent
Ten years his age
Playing pathetic games,
Trying to trap him within
Stale frozen walls barren
Of touch and my presence.

Laughter never reached his eyes
When you fucked him
It was my skin he touched
My lips he sipped
It’s tribal, you see
His flesh known to me,
As scent of taste lingers
On his fingertips burning,
Breathing me in
Essence you could never hope to reach.

When you slept
It was my ear he craved,
As his life fell apart
You gave him a car,
As I lay in fields of Ashburton
He escaped you
By leaving the door open

For tightly wrapped nights
Where that connection
Could not be broken

I wept
Called yourself all woman
But yet
I still stood
While fallen
You choked
On a man you created.

I weep no more,
Nor think much of you
You could not strip memories
While you built your own,
Be advised you will not dwell
Inside my head
For I have scattered your lies
Including one, I am paranoid.
Moved on to better days,
Weight of solid silver removed
No fourth husband for you.

My voice just as powerful
Written in blended words,
As yours is on radio.
Tentacles subtly reaching out,
Caring nothing of lives you dismantled.
You can't hurt me anymore
Like so many others before,
I bid you farewell, in truth
You have no heart of gold
Simply the insect I by passed
A long long time ago.