I Should Have Been Warned By His Eyes

I ignored my doubts, my jangling warnings

overcome by his well practiced charm.

He smiled but it didn’t seem to touch

his eyes, it looked rehearsed but

I didn’t notice because they were so blue.

He said just what I wanted to hear -

you’re beautiful, a rose in my lapel.

He spun his web and trapped me there

I ignored whispers of malevolent voices

clanging and shouting to step away.

He liked to maintain power over my life,

was narcissistic and impulsive and reckless.

Sad to say, this attracted me -throbbing magnets

Antisocial, he was, except to me.

To me, he was Prince Charming in dulcet voice,

excusing himself often to snort cocaine

loving the high, enhancing his sexuality.

Seeming disassociated from world outside,

focusing on me and working his magic,

leading me step by step into his lair.

I followed him without a glance back,

he took what he wanted with force -

a coercive sex without love which

gave him excitement without guarantees

and then he added me to his string

of conquests by slitting my throat,

tossing me on the ground to decay.

A true psychopath with no warmth,

I should have been warned by his eyes.