cross my heart and hope to die without a trace and no goodbye I'll leave you gaping with a hole in your chest I stole the one thing you gave freely and yet woefully in denial you scrape up whats left which wont be much as I took all you had you search and search but you're always two steps back you stop and remember how I use to laugh how I use to kiss you and stare into your eyes if only, you say, you had known they were lies cross your heart and hope to die you vow to find me or perish trying
The Con Artist of the Heart's Pov (Inspired by the new TV Show Impostors)