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I am deceit

When you meet me you will be welcomed with gentle eyes and open arms. I will show you a little of my hurt and you will be drawn into the honesty of it all. My words will be soft spoken and tell you of the pain. The hurt in my voice will bring a tear to your eye and you will hold me close all night. I will turn to you and tell of how my heart longs for you, my bones ache for you. I will show you heaven on earth and you will be overwhelmed.

Then comes the stage where you have all you could need, and being human, you will believe you need more. You will begin to push me away and I will resist. You will have become tired of being doted upon and you will want what you cannot have. I will fall to my knees and you will see me cry, I will beg for your love and you will tell me that I’m far too sensitive; a much needed reality check.

And so it begins.

I will hold you by the waist and lift you high into the air. Your feet will kick wildly, scraping against my body as you try to climb higher. When you’ve reached the highest point, standing on my hands as they reach high above my body, you will drop your head back and close your eyes and soon you will believe you are flying.

In an instant I will step away, drop my arms and let you fall. As you lie broken on the ground, I will comfort you and pretend I’m mending the wounds. You will believe it was an accident and it won’t be long before you’re flying once more. This time, I will wrap my hands around your ankles and pull you, crashing to the ground with all my force. I will pry open your partially healed wounds and I will bury my fingernails deep into them. You shall be my puppet and I will control you, before walking away and leaving you for the flies.

I do what others dream to do. I have severed my heart from my body and mind and emotion cannot control me. I can lie like no one I have met and cheat with no guilt. I will build you up, tear you down and crush you. I am the snake that coiled around your fingers as you bit into temptation. I am cold, I am broken. I am deceit.
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