I knew she liked me, but that in itself was my bane. All the girls liked me. I was the lord high protector, the ear for their troubles, the grin for their tears. I was sugar daddy and big brother, teacher, lender, teddy bear. What I was not though it seemed was a prospective mate. “Why waste all that good guyness with a relationship” I had to guess. I just wasn’t dangerous enough.
I’d tried to learn to be cruel, but it
made me feel too guilty so I had to stop. I was too gangly to dance,
too geeky to party properly and booze generally made me either cry or
puke. I needed a hook if I were ever going to get beyond random humping
and hoping for more. That’s when I developed my craft.
My breath was held as not to miss
a moment of your whispered sound
I lay one soft, imagined kiss
that spell now cast; your soul now bound
I turned to witchcraft…