Your Fool

Look at me
You’ve turned me into a fool
Who bends and folds
To the rise and fall of your laugh
Who simmers and burns
At the heat of your glance

Look at me
I’ve nothing left of my own
No name
No title
No crown to hold
No shame
No grace
Not a drop of soul

What have you got to say for yourself?
Is that all?
Just a vain bat of your lashes
Just a cold pucker of your lips
Just a deadly sway of your hips

What have you got to say to me?
That I meant nothing at all
That we were destined to fall
That your heart was too cold
And you decided to screw it all