Slow Preparation

She caught and broke my heart and I grinned: easy,

I never meant to use it anyway.

She knew so many levers that would please me,

The usage of her laughter, the usage of her smile

And I went:

Will you be my friend, I will adore you?'

Approval was the first one of her lies.

Two story wooden house with front porch for two

With usage of the mower to keep it nice and neat

(and she said:)

My, my, my, don't tell lies.

My, my, my, don't tell lies you thought this would last?

We found out that the streets smell like their people,

Like coffee or like dirt or like perfume.

Left me out of nowhere in this deep hole

No longer usage needed, no longer usage planned.

(and she said:)

My, my, my, don't tell lies.

My, my, my, don't tell lies!

And she made

Slow, slow, slow preparation

And fast execution.

Slow, slow, slowly prepared she's

Executing me.