Everything seemed too good to be true,
You walking down the street with your brown leather jacket,
While I chatted away on my phone waiting for you,
It seemed like a dream come true.
Time flew while you drank whisky and I sipped on my gin tonic,
I did not realize with you there would be a cause to panic.
Soon we headed for a take away dinner on your black motorbike,
While all my assumptions about you seemed to take a hike.
Nothing seemed amiss or gave me a reason to think there was behind those black eyes so much treason,
I stayed on thinking you would get to know me better,
Little did I know you were a player.
Every night was about different bait,
I had fallen for the oldest of love game,
Thinking you were special and not the same.
You would rip a part of me, make sure it broke,
Leave me to discover your unsaid truths on social media,
All the while for you I was another pretty target,
I thought it was you that was playing hard to get,
You would leave my head full of regret,
I would not trust brown leather jackets and black eyes,
After all your head and life was full of living lies.
I remember that monsoon night,
Not you but your lies and deceit.
Someday when I look back at this chapter,
I will ensure it not so easy to break my heart or understand the real me.
I will play a game of hide and seek,
Unlike you I will have more confidence while hiding behind a mask,
After all for an intelligent girl like me it is not a rather difficult task.
I realise nothing is as good as it looks and every chapter has a blot,
In your page of life I was an insignificant dot.
Someday in my head it will merge and get out of the sticky spot,
when I believe everything you were about was more than just rot.