Why do I always fall for them?
They say pride comes before the fall.
In my case, I’ve seen it all.
The confident, self-assured, intelligent man
Draws me like a bee to sweet nectar.
But once entrapped in his sweet goo,
I find there is little I can do
To tame his wild ways
And focus his eyes to the light.
Because he keeps his head held high
And won’t look me square in the eye.