Im Not A Trophy Poem by erin ford

He was in it to win the gold.
To bad I didnt know, that I was the star of his sick show.
I said that our love had to grow, but he said that he knows.
He wants me for his sick greed and I just tell him to leave.
He said that the guys were right, and that I wouldnt put out after one night.
And that if he had me I would have been girl 63.
He had a reputation to up hold and he needed me in order to reach his goal.
I told him he was sick and twisted.
I just happend to wonder who were the girls that he got.
And did they know that they were in his horific show?
Im just glad that it wasnt me that became his trophy.