I almost didn't notice the swift motion
of your fingers against my back before the fall.
I struggle to recall it was you who
coaxed me away from the sanity of my solitude-
malicious intent under a guise
of intense reassurance.
Your charm drenched lies crawl
beneath my skin on the way down-
still close enough to see the
tearful gleam in your eye
as you admire your work.
Blinded by your cleverly crafted emotion,
as easily as you violated the
trust you so carefully cultivated.
