Blonde

Everything

in my hand

The stories

The games

The torment

Everything

has turned

Time spent

Time wasted

Intricate

complicated

misplaced

Apologies hollow and

self-serving

More lies

More fiction

Bad fiction

Unbelievable fiction

Suspected

but

they don't

know

I know

One stalker

Two stalker

Three stalker

Four

Stalker?

I think not

Gentlemanly

educated

polite and

attacked

Your selfishness

knows

no bounds

Because of you

I have proof

in my hand

My offer

stands

Tell the truth

if you can

Or perhaps

I'll tell it

for you.