Love is in Da Blog: The Con Man

Just Fooling  Around With Bee said: Today my prompt encourages you to look at the darker sides of love or just to show us your thoughts about the song. Maybe you remember what you have done when listening to it for the first time?

I chose  to show  the darker  side  of a  relationship. The hidden stress of a woman with a controling and cheating partner. ( it’s another of  my  older poems reworked)

The Con Man

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.

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,

He  needed to look the part  if he was  to go far.

I gladly offered, no, he never asked,

But he avoided me if  I  did not and I could not bare that to last.

Our place, small and cosy was not quite right

So I took another job and  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.

The look in his eyes when I saw him that day

With his scantily dressed, teenaged 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

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,

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 PA 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’s  a con man and a control freak and he’ll lie when he gives 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

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 be  able to 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.

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 


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