He
This tall, smart and handsome man
He communicates love
False love, for future gain
His demands are a long and lofty list
Commands Harsh, to my ears only
He whispers sweetly to the others
Only he knows how many their are
I'm left in the dark with dirt and a shovel to dig my own grave
He waits to dance on the dead with another lover and she was never me
I, just a tool in his box
Left in my own misery
