Screwed

Sorry that I screwed you,

Not for love, just fun.

You knew I was a player—

I would leave, when I was done.

I like to play the field,

Not be tied down or whipped.

One lover is just not enough—

Call me:  " Screw-All"- and well-equipped.

I’m not complex; I’m shallow;

I roam, I graze, I screw—

I love the surge of urges,

Without  the: “I love you.”

Think of me as a tool,

That turned your bolts one night;

Don’t get all screwed up,

Cause I skipped out with the light.

Forget me; I’m not worth

all your heart-break poetry;

I screwed with your emotions—

you’re just another casualty.

~

 ©Knightwriter, July 8, 2013