Ah, mon cheri, my heart you stole
Absconding with an enamored flame
Weaving me through your fingers
Winding ‘round delicate palms
Oh, how I yearned to touch your lips
To caress what I believed to be sweet rose petals
Your guise strung me along well
But my fire’s glare opaqued your true visage
A veiling peach complexion concealed
Plastic-coated nerve-dead skin
You had wonderfully synthetic streams
Just as Medusa possessed her serpents
My stomach lurches to think that I proclaimed love
Staring lost in two glass marbles
The life you coveted was a fairytale cutout
You mandated I be your prince
And join you in the realm of white picket fences
Ah, mon cheri, pardon my departure
In the hope that you’ll seek a true match
To live your fanciful nightmare