I took him Just to Show I Could

I took him Just to Show I Could

I saw the ring, the vow, the quiet pride,

And smiled like sin with nothing left to hide.

He wasn’t lost, not yet, just soft and bored,

A house key hanging, soul ignored.

I took him not for love, nor lustful need,

But like a flame that dances just to feed.

He followed—hungry, blind, misunderstood,

And I? I did it just to show I could.

I kissed him hard then cracked his shell,

Unspooled his stories, sweet as hell.

Then when the thrill had bled away,

I tossed him back, too worn to stay.

She wept, I watched—no guilt, thats true.

Just smoke where once the fire blew.

Power tastes like something good

When you take it—just to show you could.