He was the coldest S-O-B,
who had a warm and friendly smile,
and was as bright as one can be,
and had a talent to beguile

your heart and trust with easy grace
(without much effort or intent),
which he then casually betrayed
and didn’t bother to pretend,

that there was something more to that
than simple, basic ways of life
(and you would doubt yourself, and fret,
and think that maybe he was right).

It didn’t weigh on him at all—
your perished hopes, your inner hurts,
and since it never was his fault,
he wasn’t burdened with regrets.

He felt himself an honest guy
(within his limits it was true),
you liked his cool uncrumpled style—
he made no promises to you.

Not inconvenienced by lies,
out of his mind he duly crossed
those who were sold on his disguise,
and took their chance on him--and lost.

2015