Why?

Why do you think it’s fine to disrespect me?
To tear me down and treat me like a whore?
Just because I opened up to you
doesn’t mean I’m easy to one and all.

I recognised something deep inside you
and allowed you to slither right in.
Now you rip and tear, trying to destroy me,
pretending I’ve no value, that I’m nothing at all.

Oh, you poor thing,
a boy in a man, disguised.
A childish sense of value inside you,
blinding the reality from your eyes.

So you go and have your summer
chasing jack-rabbit girls so slim.
I’ll be forever autumn;
the final warmth before the chill of loneliness sets in.

Leamington Spa, Warwickshire, UK