Once upon a date

He called me moon pie

But it wasn't the truth

I was always the third crescent

Neither a misogamist

Nor the happiest lover...

Once upon a date

He called me God's particle 

But it wasn't the truth

I was always unique

Neither abnormal

Nor extraordinary...

Once upon a date

He called me innocent

But it wasn't the truth

I was always an ignorant

Neither a simpleton

Nor an expert...

When it came to solve

The manipulative different between

His dilated eyes which showed affection

And his bluffed heart which didn't do reflection

Of his ensuring and enslaving metaphors...

He deceived as it was flattery

But

I perceived it as mockery

So this innocent moon pie

Was in a dilemma like Hamlet

To or not to knee the mocking cock???