Secrets in Her Eyes

A Poem

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lies were your currency
back when you knew her,
but how was she to know
any better?

she was young,
she was bold,
she was fiery —
and she was yours to burn.

all the whims of a man
too old for complex tricks
but too young for the grave —
oh, who were you to deny yourself?

games were your mark,
your go-to entertainment
that you’d practiced
on dozens before.

she was innocent,
she was passionate,
she was infernal —
and she was yours to claim.

all the glory days of a man
too riddled with insecurity
and too attached to pride —
oh, why would you say no to her?

promises were your lure,
the hope of something more
to her besotted gaze —
who would even ever realize?