I thought I loved you
Thought the sun shone out your bum
But underneath it all
You were nothing but a lush.
It was the bottles I found
Stashed behind the bedhead
That gave me reason
To question your sobriety.
You lulled me with promises of starlight nights
Of exotic ports and places
Where dreams would be fulfilled
Every desire met and realised.
And me in rose coloured glasses
Blind to the reality around me
Plunged hopelessly, completely in love
With what turned out to be a surface apparition.
Your drunken advances, simplicity of character
When I searched for your soul
Found nothing but beige, featureless prattle
That sounded a lot meaning nothing.
Finally your superficiality
Born out in trinkets and cheap bling
To impress me of your worldliness
Was as artificial as your very soul.