Your words reach deep inside me

Yet your coy musings

Warn me:

I’m honest you say

I’m blunt and I’m clear.

You will be hurt.

You will walk away:

But maybe limping

Maybe even crawling.

There will be piece of you

I will withhold.

It will be mine to keep.

It will be mine to reap.

fooler fooled

for every deception

there comes a moment

of unwillingness

a moment of unclarity

where whatever falseness

lays in wait to be discovered

there hides the revelation

that the fooler will become the fooled

that the convincer will become convinced

to put his contrivances aside

and believe in something

that would never make sense out loud.



 “yes…me” (pleading eyes) it’s showtime.


 “well I…” (eyes down, blush) slow down, more emotion


 “I was helpless…I didn’t really know you for you until i went astray”

 do you really expect me to believe that?

 (nodding-nods) no.

 I thought…

 (meet eyes, peer within) check mate.

 No not again…I won’t be fooled

 “yes…i swear” (anguish, pitiful pleading anguish)
how dare he question?

 fine. what happened…happened

 (look down, stay still) quick wipe that smirk off

 so what now?

 “I….I need more time” (sigh) again, more defeated and sad (sigh)

 why do you need more time?

“hmmm….because.” (shut eyes. turn head. dismissed)

lies take time you know…