Tiffany

He tears at my heart, you're a fool he says, why be so tart, fly out of his web, he strokes my face, what the shrink said, he's the first to start, asks why am this way, says he's not carrying on, my security in shreds, he sits poised but waits, always distances himself, with his rattling parts, I finally get to state, you've got no bottle, it's not all in my head, emotion is his game, tries to get me to bed, Mister not today.