Cool Boy Poem by April Humason

Once a cool boy, but cruelty your guise,
Treating me as a stepping stool, unwise.
Mama taught me well, I'm no fool,
You were merely a tool, a short-lived rule.

Seeking to feel something, anything real,
Your sex appeal, your shallow deal.
But empty words couldn't make me squeal,
For you were lame, with passion concealed.

Vanilla and tame, where fire should ignite,
A lion's flame, the spark I needed in my sight.
To play my game, you lacked the fight,
Your finish fell short, an incomplete rite.

You were but a cool boy, not my playboy,
In need of a sexual decoy to employ.
Yet your tool had no cowboys to deploy,
My innocence untouched, I won't be destroyed.

You fooled me once, but not again,
In this game, I refuse to bend.
No longer swayed by your charade,
I stand strong, my spirit won't fade.