Slippery slope

I was loved by a vagabond
they called him crook
he told me many times

And yet, you won’t believe
— he loved me most of all
in ways no other did before

He loved in fullest swing
unrestrained, with open heart
he gave me what I needed

Was more erratic than erotic
and often changed the plan
from one minute to the next

And yet, he loved so deep
with open arms and heart
and travelled far for me

Was overconfident at times
but scattered and chaotic
like a juggler or clown

He juggled many tasks
and many ladies all at once
cajoling everyone around

And yet, he loved me most
‘I love you more’ would say
to every loving word of mine

He cared more about his looks
than character or brain, and
brand names superficial

He struggled with his rent
and obligations, concealed
his weaknesses and faults

And yet, he loved me best
with srongest grip & gentle touch
at interplay and softest words

He did not hurt me verbally
but played with my emotions
and toyed with me like mouse

He wanted to be needed
pretended not to need me
but kept me hanging on

And yet, he loved me fiercely
He called me every day
to ask ‘How are you?’

He faked his pain, his aches
to get me to relate to him
and played all sorts of games

He lied for big and small
and made up fantasies obscure
collaging photographs expired

And yet, he sent out hearts & kisses
Devotion showed me on his phone
Sporadic loyalty at once

He gave up on his dreams so easily
And set a start without a finish
His interest as always number one

And yet, he came to me repeatedly
Like he would never leave me
Like I was his for life

He told me ‘You are Mine’
but then would disappear
and later reappear

And yet, he stayed
and I absconded —
to stage my alibi..