I look at you sometimes
and I’m shocked.
It’s hard to imagine
what I saw in you
back then
when I saw something in you.

You were charming,
sure,
beaming megawattage my way
ir the way of the innumerable suitors
too stupid to see through your vapid guise.
You were pretty
in a cliched sort of way
looking like some pale imitation
of the hot starlet of the day
(even then, it was clear,
you wouldn’t age well).

You were clever enough
I suppose
to enhance your best qualities
with smoke, mirrors and drugs
to make you seem like the finest you
you could be
and I could not see through it.

I believed in you.
I worshipped you.
I had faith
that you were special
and you were for me
and we were destiny.
I was suffering blood loss,
I guess
and not thinking so straight.

But I see better now.
I realize what you are
what you were
and I’m not angry.
I’m not upset at you
anymore
I just know how dangerous you could be
and I just wish you’d stay away.
Stay away.
Stay…

Marry me.