Round Your Finger / Pure Trouble

Two poems written separately that somehow go together in my mind.

Round Your Finger (Dec 4 2007)

I never asked you if you loved me,
I didn't think it mattered much.
What we said was not important
if I melted at your touch.
And you always knew I'd call you
a few times every week,
you knew I could not walk away,
you knew that I was weak.
You had me 'round your finger,
you wore me like a ring.
There's no excuse for your abuse,
the frustration that you bring.

Pure Trouble (Feb 10 2008, 3:07 AM)

Here comes trouble
with bright red lips
stickin' her chest out
and shakin' her hips.
Yeah, she's gorgeous
but what's it do ya?
when her deep blue eyes
cut right through ya.
She doesn't need
the meager thrill
of going in
for the kill
on any schmuck
who's in her path.
She's pretty, yeah,
but do the math.
She knows she's hot
and I'll agree,
her look does certain
things to me,
but when I see through
her shallow game:
That girl is trouble
and that's a shame.