Trophy Wife

Sweetie, let’s be honest.
You were just a pretty face
with lips I could taste
and paralyzing eyes.
But you were nothing but a facade
with a sign on the front that read
“Come here. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more than what she could.”
How can I say you’re so bad though?
I fell for it. I fell for it.
The little trap you set to catch something so big, bigger than you.
You played your part convincingly.
You played it very well.
After all, we are nothing more than players on a big stage.
Such an elaborate production.
“Lies and Lust,” they called it
And you played the trophy wife.
Anything I wanted. The guts to back that up.
But it’s funny how art mimicks life.
To anyone who’ll listen, trust me, on paper, there’s nothing more you could ask for.
But this is life. There’s so much more.