I tell you mournfully, that you don’t understand me at all,
because I know that you know exactly how to show me that you do,
and maybe that’s a little bit cruel,
but I take my cues from how life has treated me,
and I know that you know that too.
You told me that you knew I’d marry money,
but that I would never be happy,
so the presence of my bejewelled presentation was not a surprise to you,
and neither was the loss of sparkle from my eyes.