Why? Poem by dave lessard

Why did you think that you could ever love me?
a man both carnal and incomplete;
walking in the way of lusts and flesh,
strolling mindlessly down a dead-end street.
A man that lives but in the moment,
taking life just as he likes in stride;
full of empty promises and hopes,
full of sullen hatred, anger, lies.
Why did you think I'd stop to take your hand?
because you were kind and cute and flirty?
you do not know the thoughts I think,
maybe they were full of stuff just dirty.
Maybe I was thinking of someone I'd known,
that left me because she'd found another;
so I'm alone and still a sinner too,
and it's my sins that I have to cover.
Why did you think that you could ever love me?
a man that the devil calls his friend;
if you only knew, you'd pass me by,
because it's fact, I'd leave you in the end.