I believed he could change.
He didn’t.
I found out too late.

He was
Arrogant, rude
But strikingly gorgeous
And he drew me
Into his trap.

Somewhere deep
Inside I knew
It wasn’t right.
Beneath his glamorous facade
Deceit pulsed through his veins.

But I ignored the instinct,
Continued to be tantalized
By his luscious lips, sparkling eyes,
Drew myself deeper
Into a hole.

And when the last speck
Of dirt covered my soul,
When I was so thickly buried
I could hardly move,
He ruined me.

I believed he could change.
He didn’t.
I found out too late.