I'm No Ali.

ROUND ONE:
"...His pretty little ward. Keeps her snug, he does. All locked up."
Should have heard the warnings - From my mind, from his lips
telling me of heartache to come.
Blinded by blue eyes and the mystery behind them.
So needing to feel the thrill of love, that gender roles were forgotten
and hunter became hunted.
One late night in the ides of March I won my prize
though he said he was no good for me.
Swift courtship, stepford wife
(yes dear, no dear)
anything to get that shiny ring
that sealed fate.
Fights abound, eyes wander
lies to keep me happy
"Words whispered through prison bars lose their charm."
The actor loses will to play his role and leaves with
pieces of my heart
in his pocket.

ROUND TWO:
"You're like a drug to me... My own personal brand of heroin."
He came as a surprise, shy redhead with a helpful spirit
(& a pierced ear)
Simple pirate smile and hopeful hints
I was hooked, though I ought not to be
a new project
open him up, see if he's real
(get him to talk)
Loved almost three years before I noticed bad outweighed good
back and forth, off and on
me, desperate to fix, to hold on
anything to cling to him
though his love is gone.
I set him free, and he was supposed to come back
supposed to bring the sunshine back in my life.
He was the world
(tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air)
He ran away as if I was never his (world), even if just for a little while.
Now I'm in search of a new opiate.

Now a new face
trying to make me smile
with a kind word
midnight bites
and soft-handed cuddles.
But this Mr. has a Ms.
and is not available to act in my life's play.
"Why do I fall in love with every man I see who shows me the least bit of attention?"

(and people wonder why I love movies so much...
They show me love but will never break me.
I don't think I could survive another round)