you say you'll be happy, beautiful and true

Everyone try's so hard to get your attention
leaving comments on your photos to telephone
messages; you swear you don't like their compliments
but you keep on posing with a devilish smile.
Day in day out you apply your make up with patience
as you pick out the days attire, what best suits you
and your perfectly formed body, those delicious hips.
Got eyeliner of every colour and you constantly wet your lips
for the boys who buy your drinks and offer you lies.
Sincerity written in their eyes but trust me I know
they ain't nothing but crooks, day time scam artists who try
nothing more than to claim you as a trophy for the mantel
they keep secretly hidden in the back of their mind.
But me, I promise and I know it sounds nothing but cliche
as fake as them, if not more, but please believe me
when I express this here long plea of utmost nonsense-
you were more to me than I could ever express or explain.
Even now a year and two months later, after our long
ago burnt out affair of swapping tales and wishes among
one another ears, as we sweetly committed to nothing
but the maybe's and we'll see's of what tomorrow brings.
Although you say you don't like the attention and gifts
I know you lie to yourself as much as you do your diary pages
because my potential wasn't nearly enough to be a sage
in your plans you detailed for a future you need to be in.
My heart wasn't rich enough for your tastes to consume
'cos my wallet was tight but my love was deep and forever
bound in the avowal contract of I wouldn't ever disappear
from you, never leave you to rot in self pity or despair.
Yet now a days you change your number when I discover
where it is you hide yourself away from the truth of our
chemical attraction, where you become a recluse to affliction.
You tell them you ain't got time for love or devotion
but I know you well enough to know that ain't true, instead
you tell yourself one day when you settle down
it'll be you and the perfect boy who chases you around
but I know as well as you do, it's lies, you'll never be found
never chained to a man who is anything like your dreams find.
All will remain a fiend to you, chasing you around
the house and city as you try to be aloof to the feelings
you try to bury beneath a mountain of alcohol and cocaine
but it's your face you can't stand to see staring
back from the smudged mirror you use for your daily binge.
No amount of anything could repair the damage you done
to yourself by hiding away your true self to the prying
eyes of boys pretending to be men, just promising you straight lies.