Incapable of love,
All you do is seduce.
You are not the real fruit—
But the perfume, the juice.
Incapable of thought,
You fashion the noose.
You revel in surfaces.
Your philosophy: the excuse.
Incapable of love,
Here’s what they deduce:
Okay, she’s beautiful,
But she’s crazy, so what’s the use?
Incapable of love,
You flatter at first.
You pretend kindness.
Then you bring the worst:
You hide your empty nature
In mysterious unavailability,
And wear your victim like a glove.
That’s why I love you! You are a god,
And gods cannot love.
