she's stealthy, i'll give her that

crocodile tears is so cliche

does't adequately convey your art

chess, monopoly or scrabble

don't quite express the lengths you travel

to win in your own game of life

you make up the rules and indeed you're a stickler

but when bluff is the aim you're the high queen trickster

the elation in your eyes once you've made your kill

so proud of your cunning like a vampire angler

having clothed yourself in mournful darkness for the thrill

your stitching of faux heart on sleeve is impeccable

my falling for it every fucking time is most regrettable