cult groupie

 
your ambiance intrigued me
but it was your arrogance that thrilled me
a cult masochist
just your little groupie
hanging on your words
they inflict pain cutting and biting as they go

I put myself back together with butterfly wings
and fly back to you
each scar a testament
of my love for you

cruelly assessing me like a package
you could rip open on Christmas
I let you down
with too many flaws
simply put I wasn't beautiful in your eyes

I knew it going in handsome man
your intellect hunt my pages
but you didn't seek my intelligence
a bimbo would suit you better
but you want it all
a cheap slut who could entertain your thoughts
she's out there I'm sure

I hope you found her all the way in Thailand
I wonder did my poetry inspire that trip?
I hope you found me...there
in the arms of another