The Con-Man

It was 6 am,
I saw you standing there,
Like a German dream,
… You said, “Hallo,”
I said, “Hallo,”
And thus began our cerebral connection,
When your head hurt,
I translated for you in the hospital,
Speaking german to you, and english to the doctors,
I was your nurse, your companion,
When my heart hurt,
You translated for me in the hospital,
Speaking romance to me, and broken English to the doctors,
The chemistry between us was hot, explosive,
Like a bright , burning lava-flow,
The way you swayed,
The way you smiled,
Was a beautiful thing,
The way you looked at me,
Was a beautiful thing,
You told me you were a mathmetician,
You told me to pick a number in my head,
And you guessed it,
3,
You said,
Yes, 3.
I said back.
It only took me 3 days to fall in love with you.
The next time I saw you,
You told me you were a dancer,
a dj,
a brain-bender,
a mind-reader,
and a love-maker,
And I ,
I believed you,
You opened your eyes,
I saw blue, spinning butterflies,
You opened your mouth,
I saw a purple paradise,
Covered in vanilla frosting and rainbow-colored sprinkles,
You told me we were going to live in a pink castle in the sky,
And that we would have a heart-shaped bed,
For us,
The only two special creatures on the planet,
And I could not wait to start my magical fairy tale life with you,
You pulled me into your arms and whispered,
“I’m a stranger in a strange land,”
“And we could be strangers together forever,”
And I believed you,
You told me your favorite game,
Was keep-away,
Keep the emotions away,
And we can all believe your story for a little longer,
Keep the lies hidden far away in an unconscious land,
And we may fall in love with you for a little longer,
I can tell by your confused expression,
That you never wanted the story to end this way,
That you never wanted to be seen this way,
As a liar,
And a fraud,
That everything was one big fucking lie,
That you are not a dancer,
You are not a dj,
You are not a brain-bender,
Or a mind-reader,
And you are definitely not a love-maker,
You are a 24-year old schizophrenic man,
With a lie bigger than reality,
You are a run-away felon,
You are a sick sociopath,
You are the bad, burnt-out bastard,
That broke my heart,
You are the con-man,
The sneaky, slithery , manipulator,
The type of con-man that you never believe is real,
Until you meet one,
Experience one,
Are ruined by one,
You are a falsehood,
You are a mirage,
And by the time I count to three,
You will be gone,
1,
2,
3,
You don’t exist.See More