A quick story about this poem: It has a french title, because the person I wrote it about has a thing for foreign languages. It's sorta symbolic in a personal way, I guess. When I wrote it, I was extremely pissed at this guy for going for, and actually asking out, a flirty girl who didn't even know she was leading him on until the point when he actually asked her out. He was denied, so I guess it didn't end so badly, eh? But, anyway, that event has left its mark on me, especially since afterwards, the guy was never the same again. He became a complete asshole. So, basically, the poem sort of reflects the emotions of a person discovering that the person they like is not the person that they thought they were. Just a little weird artistic clarification that I thought might clear things up a little more. Thanks to those who have reviewed so far!

-Whizzothecrunchyfrog