Hold me Tight and Handle With Care

d e c e p t i o n

The hardest thing about deception is that

You never think it's happening to you.

That the hand holding yours has a twin

Waiting to plunge the steel, so often used on itself,

Into your weary and weakly beating heart.

Hearts are young and hearts are free,

They make the decisions and choose what you believe.

While the brain preens in its abilities blindly.

So, why did your traitorous heart,

To which you've claimed to have placed

In my gentle hands, have to beat

So hard and so fast,

It couldn't bear to have stayed in my palms a moment longer.

Deception.

The hardest thing about deception is, you've always had the inkling;

That you had known since the beginning.

But the traitorous blinding of your own heart kept you from the truth.