Trouble

Trouble is a friend of mine.

He finds me hiding in my own space, blending
Always taunting to make a scene.

Yes, Trouble likes to tease
Playful, charming, a gigolo
He reaches into my darkest secrets
He whispers the sweetest promises
I have ever heard.

Who am I to resist?
My weakness is a heart
A heart that lives, that bleeds
But Trouble cares not
Sees naught but his own intent
That is his legacy...

Taunting, holding my secrets high
He whirls about with a cry of devious delight
Flies about me mockingly
Before vanishing forever
Without a goodbye.

Yes, Trouble is a friend of mine.