One of a kind,

you’ll never find one quite like he.
Picture perfect; so accepted
You’d be a fool to disagree.
My loyalty to him --- expected;

Fixed were the feelings of my youth.
Went against my better judgment
‘til overcome with compelling truth
That I loved him. And with him I went.

His name, when spoken, seemed to ring.
He was a good man, truly great,
But ‘twas not long before all things
Turned to bitter twists of fate.

Oh how modest and respectful ---
To an eye that sees no falsehood.
With decisions so neglectful
Humiliating all he could.

His phony flare of false self worth
Would make my stomach gorge itself.
His cowardice enclosed its girth
With masks of narcissistic stealth

His pleasant handshakes and white smiles ---
Might as well be used for combat;
For all his words were filled with wiles
Oh, the lies in which my trust once sat!

you Dirty Dog, you Pompous Pig!
you Writhing, Wretched, Worthless Worm!
That thieved my heart, controlled my strings
And left a bruise on me so firm.

Pathetic, Petty, Putrid Pawn ---
Pusillanimous at the face.
Regard for you is long forgone;
Your leave of heart --- without replace.