His Wall

She hits his wall,
Built from his lies,
Then she recalls
That look in his eyes.

The fiery stare,
So full of love,
Now deciphered
As limited lust.

And it wasn’t the first time;
And it won’t be the last time.

His fingers click,
She comes running,
In bed ten minutes
And he is coming.

When she leaves,
She calls her friends,
Tears down her face,
“When will it end?”

And it wasn’t the first time;
And it won’t be the last time.

She stands out,
Clichéd as the sun,
In a club full of women
She’s the only one.

Not to him,
Jacked up to be
A lovelorn lothario
At each opportunity.

And it wasn’t the first time;
And it won’t be the last time.

Peerless elsewhere
She deserves more,
Yet she goes back,
Knocking at his door.

He just laughs,
Picks his own time,
His choice is his
But wouldn’t be mine.

And it wasn't the first time;
And it won't be the last.