another casanova of the small screen
attempting to woo me with his songs
praising some femalle adonis they claim me to be
and all i can think of is spite
the need to destroy and harm
my truest inspiration is watching her cry
and seeing the disappointment on her face.

Maybe malicious intent will pay off
perhaps prying and prodding will lead to no harm
and his lips and tongue will be as much as i need
to give me reason to go on and pull forward.
but i am counting on hatred to ignite my desire
i am hoping that jealous faces can fuel my fire.