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…
Dawn to Dusk 