The Tempest Collection

Machiavelli

Funny how I thought

I'd fallen for a nice guy.

And you are nice,

but where there's day,

there's also night.

What a sweet listener,

how sweet that he cares,

but now it seems,

if you know what I mean,

he's got me the right kind of 'scared.'

He's got me right where he wants me,

in the palm of his hand,

and made me think I chose to be there,

but maybe that was his plan.

Did he know what he was doing

when he held my gaze that long?

Did he see me bite my lip?

Was it obvious to him?

Is he capitalizing on

my propensity for truth?

He knows that I can't lie to him,

is that something that he'll use?

Does he hear my breathing shallow

when he tells me what to do?

Does he have me here on purpose?

Does he like that I can't move?

It should be wrong

the power I want 

him to have over me.

But just because he hides it well,

doesn't make the poison less tasty. 

My mistake,

thinking you're only sweet,

but you have a dark side,

lucky me.

You can wind me up

and watch me sing.

You're a fucking

Machiavelli.