CAMELOT FANTASIES

Sliding into a verbal diatribe
Of existential Mumbo jumbo
Alerting my attention
Continuously to all of your
Accomplishments
Ego speaks in forked tongue
Reliable as the sun is black
Withstanding a barrage of sentences
Often nebulous in their meaning
Painting a successful picture
Constant need of attention
Being able to pull away
I see the timid boy
Insecure and a desperate need
For Center stage
Looking backwards
Stuck in a time
Where he could pick and choose
Which toy to play
And toss it away
By the end of the day

Obvious your ego requires
A constant need
To be told how
Fabulously you’ve succeeded
Usually it’s the black widow spider
That weaves her web
To sexually lure her mate
Once heightened in climax
She kills him
Much too late for a getaway

Role reversal
The web you weaved is stellar
To the naked eye
But On closer inspection
Faulty connections
Scattered here and there

Deep down there was a hope
That we would be friends
The instincts said to stay away
Yet I was curious
How the lesson would play
Now that I know
Eliminate all the cords
That have tried to entwine
Burn it at the stake
Then sit back
With a glass of red wine
Realizing these fabricated players
Smooth talking deceivers
Let them deliver
Their theatrics with another audience
Walking away from this performance
I’m more than fine
Open to a new dance
With a rightful partner
One that coincides
And we see eye to eye
One that allows growth
Not a web of lies

~Divine