You Walked Out on Me with Your Eyes

It wasn't long after the date
eyes were already looking for a new mate.
Always open for a new discovery.
Instead these men need to be looking for recovery.

A heart broken, mind split,
his body weak for the clit.
Never wants to see the light.
Fights truth with all his might.

So this time who will she be,
white skin, light brown or someone like me,
or maybe not a she, but a he?

Secrets do tell, one likes females and males.
Wouldn't dare cross the line,
wouldn't be the one to take love
from behind.

Oh, why do people hide, lie...
deep sigh,
cry for love from above--
only to respond with a shove?

Yes, I met his type before on
the seventh floor.  Decorated
himself up, wanted witnesses
to shut up. Real unique,
someone said, "He's sweet."

Didn't want me to find out
his true identity, that kind of
truth wasn't for me.  But I wasn't
blind, I could now see!  Jealous
that man was of me, attracted to
my femininity.

See, I keep wanting to believe his
lies in between his deep sighs,
but when I do I end up looking
for a Who?

Who is he trying to impress
with his delusional mess?  Take a selfie
trying to look his very best--for an audience
who doesn't know he's under a spiritual test.
He didn't claim me, but somebody will,
stupid man, took the cheating pill!

Looking to the past for a deceiver
using a photo to attract yet another
gullible receiver.

Please hurry oh God and expose the
slickester, trickster and the one who
attempts to "fix her."  Expose them all
on their foolishness, fake fitness...
Remind them of the vows, hows,
and why curses happen later rather than now.

Nicholl McGuire