Broken Spell ~*~


I cannot help but smile

At the incongruity of the situation

His denial carries conviction

But instincts warn something is amiss

Befuddled at this

Love/hate conundrum

I hate that blank numb stare

The way he nonchalantly looks me in the eyes

Utters sugar coated lies

Wittingly deluding

Into believing

His half-baked stories

And then,

His words defy all comprehension

It all seems

A figment of my imagination

Turning putty in his hands

At his electrifying touch

His benevolent smile

Enamored by his incandescent personality

Blinded by his love

I cannot think with clarity

Forgetting everything

Forgiving all his sins

He always has the last word

He always wins…


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