Skyclad

Thought I'd got it right - for once I'd sought and found perfection.
when you said I love you you addressed your own reflection.
I'd prayed up to the heavens for a goddess of desire,
the best they had on offer was one devil of a liar!
You can't be accused of procrastination
one brief separation - the dream went stale
You sever all ties with a swift laceration
leave so many loose-ends- (thereby hangs my tale)
Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?
The Oueen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of lies
then laughed in my face like it didn't matter
that you'd crossed my heart and I hoped to die.
Licked my wounds and hugged my chains
believing you pre-menstrual
unaware love could be blind to torture cruel and mental
stn regret I must confess I realised too late
you re-define endearment as 'the tender side of hate
I'm already broken - so don't kick me better
What colour's the sky in your world - is it green?
It seems I'm not even worth one paltry letter,
cast off like a tampon - you stamp on my dream
Were you scared that the truth could have made you fatter?
The Queen of Hearts - you dealt me a pack of lies