The Judge (Part Two)

Oh, Paul, how sad I get when I think of you.
It hurts even more that you might have loved me too.
But I cannot open my heart and love a cheater.
And with my friend Bella? Can I say it any neater?

Oh great and lying judge, do you take me for an utter fool?
Those are the facts, you insidious jurist. How would you rule?
Would you call it irrelevant?
Dismiss what you are, malevolent?
No, Your Honor, I will not give you the chance
to play with my heart and continue this lying dance.
So please, Paul, do not contact me.
It hurts too much even if you mean it as a benign levity.
So I'll ask you once again:  Please write to me no more.
I refuse to be an untrustworthy man's whore.