Do not mistake my kindness for weakness
I can still cause you pain
You think because my words are gentle
That you have won again
It is a kindness that I smile
Benevolence that my hands are clasped
So that you can’t see them shaking
From the fury of a woman’s wrath.
It is charity that I stand here
Allowing you to speak
A generosity I bestow to you
Letting you offer your pleas
I smile gently at your words
As I consolingly nod my head
You thank me For my heart’s compassion,
Not knowing that it’s dead.
It’s taking all my strength
To disallow my Icy stare
And extra caution and attention
To make you think I care.
I pity you as you speak,
You think you stand a chance,
You are down upon your knees
Its all going according to plan.
I tease with seeming contemplation
I play with your hopeful heart
I torment with feigned consideration
I know just how to play the part.
I’ve learned from the very best
Just how to play pretend
To manipulate and desimate,
Knowing just how this will end.
You turn and walk away
confident in your feat
Planning your return
To sweep me off my feet
I whisper sweet assurance
To encourage you in your labor
You put me through hell
I’m simply returning the favor.
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