I imagined him riding on a horse
One of those expensive ones
He borrowed from a friend.
Moving gracefully across the sand
From a distance –
He looked great.
I agreed to all the terms and conditions
Even the little white lies
He like to throw in.
Evil isn’t the nasty sin
Spewing from his mouth.
It’s the angry letter or broken words
That makes everything start heading south.
Whispers that he has another
So they begin to call me “pause.”
I’m his distraction from the one he wants
The terminal disease, but not the cause.
A little too much wine one night
And he confesses of his sin,
But not before his wavering want
Which is desires of the skin.
What should have been the afterglow
Ended with much disdain
Phones were disconnected
All I heard from there is rain.
I stepped back from the edge in horror
Realizing he put me there
He said he liked everything about me
Yet all he complimented was my hair.
He wanted me to jump from that cliff
To find another distraction
A woman that would believe the lies
With a little more attraction.
He wanted to be a hero
Reckless without a cause
I was merely a substitute
His not so subtle pause.