adroit

nimble as jack who climbed the beanstalk
glib as the best orator in town
but like a ghost across the room you walk
unmindful of your 'force' face in a frown

who would've thought the dexterous you
can crumble at a single word
amidst a crowd's admiration that's true
my word can cut you like a sword

i leave you spent and restless
you come back for more pain
i have professed to be heartless
your smile tried to hide the tear stain.