Wolf In Sheep Skin

I promised to never lose again. I kept my heart safe locked up away hidden and threw away the key. Ever needing to catfish the fish because to me there was too much fish in the sea. See my wet night thoughts fueled my needs. And as a boy my love choices rarely came with acknowledgable wins. So now I discredit those L's and now look to take my victories, as a wolf in sheep's skin. I take every girl I want, in my sin. And later be in, then leave like the thief I am. Until then I met her. Her innocence as blatant as a babies smile to his or her mum. Summarized in two words I LIED. And I knew I was wrong. Her beauty, her mind everything came so fast, like I did with her one night alone. She made me smile, and I gave her lies. I told her forever, me and her together all lies, anything to keep the weakness inside. Lest she forget that even the moon has a dark side. I found her as a shattered image of herself and threw rocks, seen as deep strokes laid inside her while thinking of the story that I would tell my boys. And after, put on my mask, that is that break up text, and took my weakness to the next bed. Left her responses in SEEN, never choosing to find solace in the truth that is I pictured what could have been. She, so clean like polished marble floors from cathedral grounds while I knee deep in sin. She would have never stayed with me. The image she painted of us, together, peeling off like fading dreams. So I left before she would do the same to me, and left her in SIN. I left her in sin so as to attain one childish win. A victory for me at the expense of a QUEEN. I was wrong, and I know that because I see the shadowed image forming behind me, through that shattered mirror that is my heart, Whispering to me, that I'm still just that wolf in sheep skin. 25/08/17?