Femme Fatale

12/01/2008

it's unfamiliar
your movements look similar
to one that i might've known before
you're thinking hard
distracted by cards,
you'd tell me if i mattered, i'm sure.
my heart drops,
my pulse starts and stops,
beats loud like from the poe story.
my smile fades,
could you please close the shades,
my thoughts range from romantic to gory.
am i worth much,
could you please act as such,
your thoughts are just puppets on strings.
my dearest regards,
as you fold all your cards,
if only you had power to change things.
a femme fatale,
what i want, you shall,
and you can just deal with it.
i've had enough,
up and called your bluff,
and i'll raise you to not take this shit.
i may never know,
what you choose to show,
but from here, i can see your whole hand.
i'm not impressed,
your motive's undressed,
and your commodity is not in demand.
take a step back,
from the brink of the black,
from this self fulfilling prophetic nightmare.
look up from the table,
that's if you are able
to look over and meet my stare.
do i matter now,
does it matter anyhow,
i can claim the winnings as mine.
perhaps i'll share,
just prove you care,
i'm generous if only you're kind.
don't embarrass yourself,
or anyone else,
just admit that i'm worth three times more
than all of the winnings,
this is the beginning,
show your hand, i'll show what's in store.