Plastic Heart

You were never mine, it was only my turn

Through your bedroom’s revolving door

Ten thousand RPM, more fatale than femme

To think that you once were my core

My heart grew around you, a load bearing pillar

Intending that we should be wed

But all the while, with a mischievous smile

You made other plans in your head

Visions of penises yet to be tried

Danced through your imagination

Every Tom, Dick and Harry, perhaps even Larry

One by one, or in combination

Love means different things, it seems

Definitions vary by gender

It means one thing to kings, and another to queens

Your conquest was my surrender

How orangutans swing from tree to tree

Reflects how you utilize men

Holding fast to the branch that you swing from

Only ’til the next one’s in hand

So many unwitting stepping stones

A bitter lesson they’re soon to learn

Is that however precious you may be to them

To you, they’re of little concern

Your love is like a mayfly

which only lives a day

What to me was grand and authentic,

To you was unserious play

Your love is hollow and brittle

Your heart is made from plastic.

Chintzy and fleeting, soon the color is bleeding

Devotionally elastic.

My love is solid all the way through.

Authentic, built to last.

I never had eyes for any but you

Earnest, true, and steadfast.

I do wish that I could unlove you

Or that I could forget what we shared

I wish that I never showed you my soul

That my dignity might’ve been spared

You’ve soured me to the fairer sex

Not impugning the beauty thereof

But I simply no longer believe them

When they promise me they’re in love