Realizing I took this foolish devotion too far,
It’s left my being bruised, raw and marred.
How could I allow myself to be...
So taken, enamored and unable to see,
That blondie was ready and ripe.
He must have been seeking just my type.
Was I that easy to read?
Unable to notice and heed—
All the signs of a true heart breaker?
HL saw me, Great! He must have thought - I shall take her —
Heart, her soul, her mind.... her love.
Stupid girl! She’ll honor me above....
All other men, I’m her Tan Master!
So pathetic, she’s a desperate female disaster.
And here I am.... sulking and feeling sad.
Wishing I did not know I’ve just been had.
Just a bodily fluid, my salty tear.
The concept of being without him, my new fear.
Is it time to just write this one off?
And forget this guy, perched on his mighty loft?
Not to remember him, or this god awful emotional pain,
Knowing I’m tired and sick of this strain.
