The Conman

Here is one of my earlier poems , a little story about a bad sad relationship.

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Give me your hand he said , smiling at me. He told me I was the world to him and my eyes were all he needed to see. His gentle caresses I accepted and returned freely, willingly,  joyfully alive at last, not being spurned.

So alone

Come with me, he pleaded  and gave me that smile , how could I refuse him I wandered as we travelled all those miles. He needed some money , he was reluctant to say. I had worked hard and had spare so what the hey. The things he would do in the dark of the night would loosen my purse strings and make my sense take flight.

He needed a suit and a new car, you need to look the part these days if your going to go far. I gladly offered, no, he never asked, but he avoided me when he was worried and I could not bare that to last. Our place, small and cosy was not quite right so I took another job and we rented a new place shiny and bright.

My friends he discouraged, well they were not quite the right type. He asked me not to ring them and sometime soon after he disabled the Skype. He disliked my family they were selfish and rude I did not argue it would of put him in a mood.

It seemed I was working  long and hard to make lots of money for his credit card. I had to leave early and eat dinner alone he hardly was there and never answered his phone. Each time I reached for him he turned his back I longed for his smile and cried for the caresses I now lacked.

I saw him and he could not lie

The look in his eyes when I saw him that day with his scantily dressed, teen aged P.A  though I tried to look away I could not help see, one hand on her breast and the other above her knee. The scorn in his look was more than I could take as it all fell into place and I realised he was a fake.

When I got home I slowly took stock  and I saw all the signs my stupid love of this man had blocked. I took my bag and I started to pack  tears of grief  flowed  from my eyes as I saw all his faults and all of his lies.All those nights he was whispering sexy delights  it was my bank balance and not my body he had in his sights.

He had stripped my bank account and all of my pride, now I felt naked and dirty with nowhere to hide. He’d seen off my friends and my family too the bastard had used me so well, I was at a lost as what to do.  I finished my packing  and and stopped my tears, that he would see me wrecked was my greatest fear.

I fixed up my make up and dressed to impress, that thieving two timing bastard was in for some distress! I put all my worldly goods in my car and tried to ignore the pain in my heart of a newly formed scar. I drove slowly and precisely then parked up the car then as serenely as I could I entered the bar.

OH! hello darling I sexily said as I emptied a bottle of red wine over his head.As his tart jump up out of her chair I smiled as sprayed some ink in her  peroxide blond  hair. Your welcome I told her but you mark my word he is a con man and a control freak and he’ll lie when he give you a #### so you are welcome my dear and I wish you good luck.

God help me, I was shaking from my head to my toe and as I reached the car I was screaming inside because I’d loved him so. But things needed doing and I could not waste time so I made a few phone calls and moved  my money so that swine would never again  touch what was mine.

With an ache in my heart and hate in my gut I drove myself away from him and his slut. I am older and wiser but very sad for the loss of the love that I never had had.

16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. hollyannegetspoetic
    Feb 01, 2012 @ 17:58:43

    An incredibly sad story. x

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  2. Unsungpoet
    Feb 01, 2012 @ 19:46:34

    Wow! What a story, so very aptly expressed and bravo to you for that…anyone who has been conned like that in the most vulnerable, violating way–the heart–will appreciate the candid-ness of this and understand the humbling experience it can be.

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  3. granbee
    Feb 01, 2012 @ 20:56:27

    Very powerful bit of purging here! I think there are also many females (once, long ago,even me) who shopped the wallet instead of the man, don’t you think? Glad to have this materialistic value system exposed for what it is!

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  4. Maiya
    Feb 01, 2012 @ 21:42:21

    It is sad that there are men and women out there who stoop so low. They care for no one but themselves. Thank you for sharing this my friend.

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  5. rumpydog
    Feb 01, 2012 @ 22:27:46

    Jen days she knows that guy too.

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  6. Vampire Weather
    Feb 02, 2012 @ 06:13:59

    I can feel the pain in this story. Such a tragic occurrence. We are capable of such crimes…

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    • willowdot21
      Feb 02, 2012 @ 08:14:52

      Sadly as a breed we humans are not a very nice bunch. All we can do is try to change a little every day…. I hope that does not sound as twee as it looks , as I mean it truly. xx

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  7. willofheart
    Feb 03, 2012 @ 00:55:56

    oh my! while reading this piece my tears slowly fall down into my cheeks, a painful one my friend, tsk! tsk! why some had this kind of love so pure and sincere then find a partner as cruel as him, a very great reminder that sometimes we need also to balance our emotions and our mind, thanks for sharing this one…

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    • willowdot21
      Feb 03, 2012 @ 08:05:41

      Yes sadly this is a very hard lesson to learn, we fall so deeply in love sometimes that we do not look beyond our noses and miss all the warning signs. We even ignore all the words of caution from friends and family. Then bang it all falls in around you. Be warned, yes love honestly and deeply but with your eyes open , be wise. xxxx

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  8. zendictive
    Feb 03, 2012 @ 21:06:01

    a con man is an actor that acts out a scene with expectations you’ll play along… so many are behind bars (where I work) and they practice constantly so many scenes for so little a soul.

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