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Em MacKenzie Oct 3
Seems I like dark deception
and the odd manipulative game,
I question quality of reflection
as each shares the same.
And it seemed like love
until I’ve finally had enough.

I tie up my own two feet
and put my hands straight to shackle,
and while the imprisonment is sweet
there’s too much bitterness to tackle.
And it seemed like love
until the rose tint got scuffed.

She shook the flowers from her hair
and my fingers were cut from the thorns of the tangles.
I thought there were a million clear signs there
I took the time to find each direction, possibilities and angles.
Did I demonize a saint?
or did I give a monster wings?
The image is up for perception, not the paint,
and the same song is different depending on who sings.

Seems I attract words of blades
and metaphorical slaps in the face,
deciphering shadows into different shades
and ranking them last to first place.
And I wanted it to be love,
but it was lower when I thought it above.

I see false inflated importance
or I see nothing at all.
With black and white I took a grey stance,
but my planted feet kept me from standing tall.
An empty home with a closing wall.

Seems I like dark deception
and the odd manipulative game,
I convince myself it’s forms of affection,
so it’s only I to blame.
And it seemed like love,
but I chose the noose instead of my glove.
Nylee Sep 24
The more we know, the less we say
All the words spoken have consequences
The more is told in silences
The words omitted but heard clearly
What we listen, the crafted words
They deceive the ears that surrounds
Every other agenda works on
What favours whose manipulation
The smile contains no smile
The efforts put to take another mile
Snooping and buttering on sides
Friends and foe, no one decides
Act so nice, what is inside
Dress so good, please all eyes
Help when it is noticed
Out of sight then vanished
Deceptive tricks up the sleeve
It matters not whom we believe
All playing game with roll of dice
Keeping friends close, enemies closer
Ak Sep 21
She is a charmer, a fine one!
Dont look at her eyes,
They will trap you
They charm you like a snake
You get pulled by them like a whirl
She hallucinates you more,
than the **** you smoke
She manipulates you
like you're hypnotized
You desire her more and more,
As you go far more tempting
Your thoughts will be tingling
with her alluring stare
Her black eyes draw you in,
bury you within.
You will always be haunted by her eyes
like a Viper's pearl.
They're very seductive,
you can't escape from this ecstasy.
But remember,
those enchanting gaze
belongs to a vicious charmer...
Marina Sep 19
I always knew that you were trouble
But I let my selfishness get in it
And now I'm stuck with you
Creeping your way

I ask myself
Why do I do what I do?
I'm too loving
Too kind
Too generous,
I almost feel like it's never worth it
Because you just kept me
In a jar with pencils and sticky notes,

You use me, draw on me carefully
Enough to crack me
But never break me.
Babydoll
(n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence

Often, the thought of him will cloud her head,
the what if’s
and often enough, the thought of maybe she wasn’t good enough
will take it’s turn,
tugging on her brain.

She could recall the exact moment she caught herself
falling for him,
a thought that never seemed scary to her before,
but in the moment,
she was the most terrified that she’d ever been.

You see,
love was never a thing that she saw for herself
especially when it came to him.
Romance was the last thing on her mind when he
was around.

She could remember all the rose golds and
hearts around Valentine’s Day,
her favorite heart shaped candies
that boys would give out,
a simple “be mine” that changed a girl’s life.

A flavor that wasn’t ever nice to eat,
but somehow,
the fact that is was given by a boy
made all the difference
of how chalky it really tasted.

So when he walked in with his deep
brown hair,
she imagined herself swimming in the pools of
chocolate that occupied
his manipulative eye sockets.

Eyes that had stared into her soul a
million times before,
but for some reason,
this time felt different
and she couldn’t quite tell why,

but it had to do with the fact she had seen
what those eyes really look like,
when you’re alone in the dark
and there’s no one around,
left to impress.

She felt shivers,
and she knew that with every bat of an eyelash,
he was slowly
throwing aside her shirt once more,
and leaving her vulnerable once again.

A manipulation that she’s sure other girls have witnessed,
because she knows she wasn’t the first,
and she certainly wouldn’t be the last
to rest her head upon his pillow,
and moan out in pleasure.

The walls seemed to cave in around them
and she could feel her body go lifeless,
trying to get deeper
and feel every possible warmth
from the boy who swore he loved her.

And she said she loved him too,
even with knowing the true risks of getting involved with him,
but one thing she never thought
she’d witness from him,
heartbreak.

Because after all,
most things are better when you keep them
to yourself,
especially telling a boy you love him too,
when he never said “I love you.”
Micah Sep 9
Why must the
S I M P L E S T
Things remind me of
Y O U

Why must the tiniest
S E X U A L
Reference send me
B A C K

Why can’t I be
S T R O N G
Not like how I am
N O W

W E A K

You were just a text
B U B B L E
And now you are ever present in my
R E A L I T Y

O N L I N E
R E L A T I O N S H I P
=
T R A U M A
I S  N O T
P O S S I B L E

Breaking me down with
M A N I P U L A T I O N
With your crafty
R O L E P L A Y S

They make me want to
E N D
Everything about
M Y S E L F

I am disgusted with what you
T U R N E D
Me into, but I’m getting
B E T T E R

S I L E N T
B U T
I M P R O V I N G

And one day,
Y O U
Will see the better version of
M E

The
M E
You could never
R E A C H

The
M E
You could never truly
T O U C H

I  A M
W O R K I N G
T O  G E T
P A S T
Y O U

I  A M
W O R K I N G
T O  F I N D
C O N T E N T M E N T

I  A M
W O R K I N G
T O  B E C O M E
H I G H E R
T H A N

Y O U
E V E R
C O U L D
C L I M B
aubrey Sep 8
sometimes, i hear it
i miss it, and want him back
i miss the feeling of what i thought was love
and my family getting along so well
i miss our 4 am face times and the love he gave to me
but then i remember,
he never was patient
he always wanted to know more
i gave him more, yet he never listened
i cried and screamed at his false suspicions
he yelled back, his voice raspy from staying up late, indecisive on whether he wanted to make ‘us’ work
i cried because he never trusted me
i laid in bed, restless,
because he sent me to bed uneasy, fighting all night
yelling over the phone
never letting me glance at any other boys
never letting me talk to many girls
never trusting me to even go to walmart
it was unfair
and yet, somehow, i occasionally miss that boy
it’s been a year. i cry because i miss that love. i cry because i mess up and still get scared to this day that the boy i like is never going to trust me.
Fears created by years and years of trauma and abuse and manipulation. Triggered by the smallest thing.
I’m sorry.
Amaris Aug 27
You crowd me
You suffocate me
You dress me in chains of gold
You hold me
You kiss me
You surround me in proclamations bold
“I love you”
“I need you”
“You are all I have”
I can’t stand you
I hate you
But I’m your only salve
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