A True Swine Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

A day didn't go by that you weren't on my mind,
searching for the right words, happy, cheerful, and kind,
what started on fast-forward has turned around on rewind,
now I get it because I am no longer blind.

Trying so hard for you to want me,
it was evident for everyone else to see,
you were on a mission
to mold me into something I knew I couldn't be.

You wanted far too much than a clean-cut touch,
or a tender kiss,
you wouldn't give in until you'd traveled beyond
the normal sexual abyss.

You couldn't be bothered with a special heart
that was true,
you were counting down the days for when you would get
your chance to get me in the sack,
craving to do what YOU wanted to do.

Labeling you a swine, you destroyed my trust in you,
the unconditional friendship you had with me is over it is thru,
with nothing else left to say,
my guess is you'll be searching for another bewildered prey,
no I can go on with my life leaving you as
the thought of yesterday.