He Wasn'T

He was an ugly handsome In a foreword backwards kinda way Silent and outspoken with nothing great to say Strong with a strange weakness Secrets he could not keep He had a sense of humour that mostly made people weep You were cursed if you loved him his hateful ways made you pay The Devil was his confidant Yet he still liked to pray Heartstrings busted and broken oh the songs that he could play A companion to your lonely but somehow it was okay Happiness bled into sadness your smiling face he’d make it weep He was the fox in the hen house sleeping with the other sheep On the surface he was so cold with a penetrating shallow heat Pulling and pushing deeper a sour sorta of liquid sweet You wanted him to stop He was confused when you said go Pretending to understand even though he didn’t know Whenever he finally left It was a lonely kinda glad You prayed for him to be good Instead he was the best sorta bad Your memory tried to forget his familiar foreign ways Your body craved his approval So you bathed in his lavish praise..