Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Just Can't Help Myself

I knew the first time that we met

That you would be a worthy prize,

More so, as you played hard to get.

The truth was that I loved your lies,

Which made my current lover mad,

Which didn't bother me at all.

I'm good at making choices bad.

Don't care whatever chips may fall.

It took a while but you gave in,

Your beginning but end for me.

When I could count you as a win,

No longer interested I be.

Uh - oh, I couldn't help myself.

You're the next trophy on my shelf.