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 things I loved about him turned out to be the things that’ll make me hate him.

I hated his eyes
The moment he
Looked at her

Hated his mouth
The moment he
Spoke of her

But more than that,
I hated love
The moment he
Asked her

Will you be mine?
And yes
Was her answer

But then again, hate is not the opposite of love. Indifference is.