His Triumph

Egotistical, infuriating, conniving
Arrogant bastard
So many ways to describe Him
So many ways to see Him
Sweet golden haired Adonis
Fallen angel
Empty inside, no love
Insatiable carnal appetites
Young, strong, determined
Handsome playboy
Cruel, unfeeling, incorrigible
Unforgiving manipulator
Winning, betting, collecting treats
Like Pavlov's dog
My little slave, my favorite boytoy
All mine
Well his heart and will at least

Now though…
He's dead
And died loving another
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him
With one lay with Her
And he was lost to me
And for what!
Who is more interesting?
Who has he known longer?
Who has he desired more?
Who is She to take him away?
She killed him!
Two of a kind we were, Him and me
Numb inside, time slows, pictures blur
World tilts, colors stream
Wish it were drugs or alcohol
But sober as a Sunday teacher

Poor little rich girl no reason to be sad
Then again money can't buy everything
Once a golden girl in all appearances
Now glamour is all gone
My dear, dear, darling parents locked me in rehab
No longer matters though
All I ever loved or wanted is gone
Deluded little ice princess
Locked in a tower of her own making…
With only one toy
Now long gone
Never was mine
Never was loved
Who could love such a thing?
Never was good enough
Never was interesting enough
Always left alone