three days

I remember picking her up
at the airport.
she'd be standing there in full
uniform.
lipstick, heels,
stockings.
a wide smile on her pretty
face.
she was the cat that swallowed
the canary with
a bag by her side.
an angel, but a devil
in disguise.
by day three I couldn't wait
for her to leave.
so that I could have my
life back.
she was dangerous,
deceptive,
dark and disordered.
troubled from top to bottom,
broken to the nth degree.
but fun too.
hopefully that pattern
is at last broken. the last
few so called loves
were exactly like her.
normal is what I need.