I have my options-
The doors I open and close on whim
And not much else.
It’s dramatic and effective
And periodically it’s predictable.
Always. Always I’m laughing.

There’s blood on the floor-
Chances are it’s myne
And the maid doesn’t come again
For three days-
I’m not worried about it.

I have my abilities-
The talents I’ve acquired
Through learning this society-
Our true spaces
And each secret self.

Chances are I’ll find yours
And part of me
Will really love you
But odds are
You won’t know all of me
And I’ll soon be found
Walking away from you.

Once I have you.

I may regret it
But I’ll move on just the same
There’s no forever
Spent with someone
Who only knew the lies and a forgotten
Name.