Perhaps. Poem by Hannah York

It's all a game to me,
I hope you realise,
How evil I can be.
You say you know,
Everything I'm thinking,
I will never tell you though.
I liked you once,
You hurt me bad,
Now you don't understand my intolerance.
See I want romance,
Not a quick rough and tumble,
But you're stuck in a trance,
Only caring about getting me into bed,
You'll drag me there if you have to,
You should be careful where you tread,
I'm setting traps,
Darling you're going down,
You'll know how much I hurt,
Perhaps.