the rape of the Mind

You, unstoppable master of flirtation,
Dancing around without hesitation
In spite of the fact that you were taken
So, your relationship status was always mistaken.

All of a sudden, you became my shadow
And you were texting me, chummy every morrow
You even volunteered to be my break mate
And you carried my bag, something I really hate.

Well, you sort of killed the Feminist in me
And before I realized it, I was enthralled, completely.
And you were also the cheesiest of the cheesy,
Singing love songs all the time you were with me.

But soon, the moment of truth arrived
You said you were not single, I was petrified.
At first, I said to myself, “You must be joking”
But you were not. You’re taken, just flirting.

But, would you ever admit that you were just a flirt?
Of course not, for you were an expert, covering your dirt.
So you told me it was not your intention to make me fall
Even though you were so kind, sweet, suspicious and all.

So I, still enthralled, out of the blue, just believed
And by your cotton candy words, I felt relieved.
Instead of going away, I promised not to leave you
For you felt so alone and without company, you were blue.

How great you were for destroying perfect order
In my system, leaving me some kind of bitter.
How great you were for snatching my sanity
And making me fall by you strong gravity.

How great you were for letting me feel
What they call selfless love for real.
Even though it seemed too old-fashioned
Still, from this encounter, so much, I have learned.

I might  have looked so stupid because of you,
You might have laughed at me, thinking ‘twas cute.
And surely, even a little, you had your head expanded
Thinking of how great you were for it was you whom I wanted.

So cheers. Pose. Make your best appearance.
It would be your one and only, your best chance.
Tomorrow, for you, all lights and spectacle would suddenly die
And your name would no longer be spelled by the neon lights.

Finally, on that moment, you would be forgotten
And your greatness, for granted, by people, would be taken.
But sure, it wouldn’t be completely for they would never forget
The fact that you were a  jerk, a hundred per cent silly shit.