Love, heartless mistress

He sees the treachery in her eyes
but blindly falls headlong anyway,
heartbreakingly hopeful.
Hesitation no longer sweet but heavy
loaded the magnum,
toyed with the trigger,
dreams to be shattered by whim.

So he'll wait for the crumbs
he doesn't even want
She'll never want the one who loves her
but goes back to be discarded,
missing the space he never filled
once he's gone.

Moody Venus turns over
idly pleasured by lover #9
thrown under the train in a heartbeat
if #2 or #4 showed at her beck and call.