I wake up and put on
the outfit for the day.
Head out the door
and into the car.
Once at the destination,
and while using my feminine wiles,
I cleverly lure him into my trap.
We talk to each other for weeks
before he asks the question I have been
anticipating.
As the months pass,
we have fun and enjoy the time
together.
But after awhile,
things start to slowly go
downhill. We always fight
and soon grow to despise one
another. We are miserable together, but
neither of us wants to hurt the other.
Finally, we have had enough and
confront one another….apparently
love is not a fairytale after all.