Succubus


The you that you don't see,
is everything you fear -
the cruelty underneath,
is truly without peer.

The calls never returned,
promises forgotten;
feelings you oft ignore,
so much hurt begotten.

The times you never call -
and claim you missed them so,
but you are never there -
where the hell do you go?

The minutes with you sparse,
your time so highly priced;
so many men to see,
so many you've enticed.

The love that you expect,
you take without remorse;
but never do return,
any feeling of course.

You fed on others love,
but to them gave no thought;
encouraged just enough,
as after you they sought.

When they their love admit,
make trophies of their heart;
then quickly bid farewell,
as smugly you depart.

Then play again the girl,
so young and innocent;
vulnerable and weak,
hiding your true intent.

See you not the cycle?
Can you be that naive?
Will you one day accept -
and then cease to deceive?



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison