Beneath His Surface

You called me beautiful, and
told me I was the one to steal
your heart away.
You teared out the trust within you,
and placed it on a plate to present me
your loyalty. You tried your best to impress
me, to woo me in every possible way one could.
Your pretty looks, charming smile, the sweet scent
that would fill the air. They called you a stud,
an every woman's dream.
Was it all based upon your polished exterior?
When I dug deep, passed that charming smile,
those pretty looks. I had found out that you were
every woman's nightmare.
The days I wasted galabating after you,
the nights I missed sitting on the couch
waiting for you to walk through that front door.
All too many things I did for you.
I told you I loved you, and I believed it, too.
Your gorgeous exterior fooled me, the man
inside was weak. The man inside was
not one of pretty looks, and a charming smile,
but one of a wrinkled face, and a crooked mouth.
I believed you to be the man of my dreams.
The one I had been searching for all along.
Sweet, nice, caring, even sensitive..
You may have played the part well,
but when the curtains fell and acting
time was over, you showed your real self.
A selfish, greedy, mean, pig.
One could never know beneath that
painted soul you can be so cold..
and I wish now.. that no one shall
dig beneath your surface.