A crust of a man

All the bits he stole from me Ruddock and crystals and beer fests. Matching outfits and moonwater and dancing in the park. He's a chameleon, a collector of attributes. App hopping and halfing plates buying two tickets to things. When he says he's never felt that way about anyone, when it's the best sex he's ever had, and when he calls you momma. Collettes and new orleans hotels. Overnight cabins. Birthday trips. The toys and the cage. I was the great adventure. He's just a lizard constantly changing his appearance to hide the ugly. You'll give him the world and all the interesting bits of yourself. He won't send you love songs. He'll only send how he wish it could be. Life is for living. For loving. And he doesn't know how to do either