For a man who feels neither love nor amour, less can be said. For words cannot suffice the deeds so mischievous and heart breaking, that they prick as rose thorns on your mocha skin, leaving you bleeding to death, your life and spirit taken away from you.

What more could he want from you? What more can be extorted? Such ungentlemanly behavior has caused many conundrums and yet you have not heeded. Speculations abound aplenty and yet you have not clearly conceived of it?  How could you not have seen it in his eyes? How could you not have seen it coming by? The temptations of an earthly kind, selfishly scathing, undoubtedly mocking your femininity, and yet you have not given it some thought, you have apparently disgraced yourself, you useless wanton chit!

The pretense is inevitable. The yearning fervor had consumed your system, deliberately seizing you in an enthralling roller coaster ride; a ride which you cannot escape from. The search for carnal pleasures had overcome your rationality. You seek for love and all he can offer back is lust. What poor lowly mortal have you become! You allowed him to bestow upon you his insatiable thirst for flesh and yet you have willingly connived!

You have given up your dignity in vain.  You hope to believe that in his heart lays the seed of truth to his being that somehow he has felt that inkling of deep respect and love for you. You hope to your heart’s content that somehow when you look into his eyes as he looks into yours that there will be a hunch of a sparkle, of more than just placid affection, than just blatant candor he has shown you. You wish to believe that the bluntness would not end there as it may have ended so and yet you docile imbecile have no apparent idea that the beast had already lain his hands on you as you have submitted yourself to him and he has no intention whatsoever to appease the mounting tension enveloping your entirety as he puts an end to this unbound connection.

You have been fooled.  You have been wasted away. You have been betrayed.

Wake up, stranger, from your deep slumber.  The dream is over and so is the struggle. Your reality awaits you, pounding so much seething pain into your flesh. The wounds may not hurt now, but it will soon. And you will wake up to its aching numbness. You will stay still. And only through time will you be able to forgive. But you can only hope that through time you will forget.