This is the harsh truth, I’ll sugarcoat it none

Games of luck and games of chance
Flying a kite on a warm summer’s day
Are wonderful, stress-free pastimes
Those childhood modes of play.
But do not think to tinker with my heart
To take it apart and wait until I erect it again
Do not mistake an emphatic “NO” for a start
And resume those cruelest forms of trickery.
That façade that proclaims kindness is false
That smile only searches for a new toy to break
Like a self-deluded hero
You mistake a friend as a vampire to stake.
And though I loved you, and showed myself true
I love myself more, than to be treated so by you.

Playboy

The pleasant mask you wear
And charm that you imbue
To all around of female persuasion
That suave façade both ensnares and frustrates
Your desired targets for the moment

You flit and flaunt and show your feathers
Preened meticulously to iridescent hue
The showy flash that you quickly dart
To another, hoping for a catch

But what is it that you might glean?
This romantic persona which bursts upon touch
Show your vulnerable and lonely heart
To the one you can entrust