He knows he’s pretty so he approaches you in style,
Charming his way in to your life with a smile,
Captivated I was when he flashed his dimples,
But then I asked myself, was it really that simple?
Naïve as I was, expecting some affection,
While he sends a picture of himself staring into the cars window,
Stating, ‘Distracted by my own reflection.’
He spends hours working on his biceps
And sends selfies to the ladies he seeks out to impress.
In his pictures he would be exposing his hairy bare chest,
Hoping the ladies would gaze upon the beauty of his flesh.
“Hey babe you are pretty and you seem quite fit,
But I plan to use you only for my benefit,’’
The least I was expecting was a simple birthday wish,
Instead he sends me a picture of his stupid salad dish.
A vulnerable soul finding him hard to resist,
I couldn’t believe I was infatuated by a narcissist.
Foolish was I to be intrigued by his appearance.
However in the end, I took it as a learning experience.