I won’t be lured again
by the likes of you
I know you too well already
you’re great at the thrust and parry
and say words in the exact sequence
I need to hear them
you have this knack of getting the better of me
I’ve met you before.
Those eyes that speak volumes across rooms
a face that etches itself upon my mind
you keep me up at night
dragging out old forty-fives to remember you by
I’m not myself around the likes of you
I’m not myself after you.
State your name, sir
plead your case if you like
but it would be you in the end
who came out alive
I choose instead to turn and run now
before giving you the chance to lame me.