A Normal Book

14 - Used

This book is not empty. The author is. And you. You walked into my life with a smile. You shaped my life to your design, for your own convenience. You rose to a pedestal, claiming you'd take me with you. But with every kind word, with every sweet scented phrase cut delicately into an astounding flower, was one more flattery distracting me from that pedestal. You climbed the steps I had built while I stood aside with words you had recycled from my own mouth. You rose. I stayed still on the gritty floor littered with rubble, with flattery, with lies. My eyes sewn shut with silk and my mouth muted from toffee flavoured compliments. I thought I was rising with you. I reached for your hand, but I merely grasped the air. Choking down tears, I ask you why. Why you manipulate me into thinking you like me, manipulate me into thinking you care, and manipulate me into thinking it's all my fault. I have a lot more questions, but those don't relate to this topic. I just want to know why you lead me down this path only to disappear during the journey. And the infuriating answer you supply, the three words that roll off your tongue and leave me numb, always the same reply, every damn time. Just. To. See.