Three heads etched in stone…


One begs to play with my mind

He doesn’t want anything substantial;

Just to play with my head a bit

Before he goes on about his life.

He claims to be part of it

Yet when I go home,

I am still as alone

As I was the day I met him.


Another wants to play with my heart

He sees it as a conquest,

One he has already had

But this time

He wants to toy with it.

He likes to tell me he loves me

But he doesn’t want me

In his life.


The third wants my body;

Nothing more.


So I choose him.


At least he is being honest.