The Deceiver

Two can play the deceiver’s game.


I love you
But you
I play
With words
More often
Than not
And so
You ask
What should
I trust?
How will
One know
Just who
You want
When every
Is calculated
Your body
And your words

The best and the worst enemy one could ever have is someone who’s aware.


The Show

When a guy flirts with you, it’s a game. When he flirts with everyone, it’s a show. Do you want to be part of the cast?

He knew my name before I even told him and I knew his before we even talked. We greeted each other and conversed. We even sat side by side and played.

At first, I thought, it was a game.

I don’t usually recognize signs of flirting when it happens to me but I do know a flirt once I laid eyes on the person.

And I knew he’s one.

But I defended him. I thought, hey, maybe he was just misunderstood. Because the way he looked at me made me feel special and I was ready to conclude others are just delusional.

Can’t they see? I’m the one he likes! He wasn’t a flirt. He’s just friendly! I mean look, he was shy and hesitant only to me.

But one day, I realized I was the one who couldn’t see clearly.

Apparently, every girl whom he interacted with had felt special. They all think they were treated differently. I even heard someone ask, “why is he so awkward around me?” And I knew by her words she also thought he saw her differently.

I guess we all thought he was shy around us. We all thought we were different.

We all thought we were the “exception.”

One day, I just snapped. There, in front view, he flirted with another one. I’ve only heard stories about him before and I was willing to doubt them but seeing him do what he was rumored about was a completely different story.

Yes, he flirted with her. Every move made my blood boil. It’s not so much because I was beginning to like him, more so because I felt manipulated into thinking there was something with the way he looked at me before and then learning afterwards that he looked at others the same way.

I then decided to detach myself. This is no longer a game, I say. He was putting on a face and an act behind that innocent smile.

This is a show.

I laughed. Bitterness pouring all over my body. This cannot be, but please, don’t stop now. The show must go on, right?

With all the willing actresses out there, I’m sure you won’t miss me.

I’ll be at the back seat, watching.

I believed in you but you proved them right.