Deception

Sun, 09/22/2013 - 20:43 -- ed619

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Everybody likes to be liked.Right?Well... I guess there are exceptions.Like stalkers.Liking that you have a stalker would be kind of weird...in most cases.The girl from that Beyonce movie was pretty sexy though.She could def be my stalker, but that's beside the point.Think about it for a second, have you ever found out someone liked you, and even though you didn't like them back, you liked the fact that you knew or could even prove they liked you?I know I have.But then I put myself in the other person's shoes.Unknowingly.And supposedly, being lead on hurts. Bad.When a person has a smile synonymous to a reflex hammer. Unexplainable but capable of making you do something uncontrollable.Like...Smile back without the slightest control over the motion of your own eyebrows rising to the sky while the corners of your lips have a never ending game of tug of war.Or...Blush so much you'd think your cheeks were internally bleeding.It's like their image has been tattooed to your eyes. They are everywhere you look.They become so conjoined with your thoughts, that your memories would stare forgetfulness in the face and even dare amnesia to do their best work with the utmost confidence that you'll always remember.When they open up their mouth to speak, with a rhythm so sweet, you become entranced by a voice box where you discovered a snare that you didn't even know would become your own ear drum. You can only hear their voice.Your senses don't even make sense.And they know this.Yet, they continue to manipulate your mind with an endless labyrinth consisting of walls ridden with paint screaming "Relationship. Happiness. and Possibility."There's something about this maze they've made. Victims they've imprisoned would be amazed to find out there's nothing to gain. It's just a game whose winner was already decided the minute it was played.Since when was a simple flirt supposed to hurt? That's all they feel.But little do they know about those unsent love notes, google searching love quotes, love poems, love songs, and butterflies. I guess it's just a Beautiful Lie...Even though this love gun is free of bullets. It still causes harm when they ask the innocent to aim at them. And give it a shot.Instead of simply saying "I'm not interested, I just want to flirt" they prefer to get "close quick and a tad bit intimate." Never too much, but just enough to leave you confused , but confident. Nonsense.They lure you out of common sense invite you places that rid worries, and hug you with distorted messages. You know, but you're never sure.The definition of a legal drug. They make your precious seconds feel like forever. You hate that instant sobriety when they leave you. It means nothing to them.They're never there when you want them, but they always make sure to leave you with something to match their presence. They seem to always bring you that feeling of waking up Christmas morning with everything you've wished for and more. Love is blind. I guess that's why they make it so hard to read those signals and signs that always lead you to the same destination. Pain Street and Frustration Lane. Where the weather is always teary.You sadly begin to understand that this whole time you were in the palm of their hands. They made you feel like you were in Heaven just for the Hell of it.Conversations, quality time, laughs, smiles...it was all meaningless. The internal battle of heart versus brain just drives you insane! The mind and center of the chest are where those long term invisible scars are always left. Right?It really sucks to have a one-sided crush.What is it about this cheap thrill of being able to name names of someone that's obsessed with you? Humans love to be wanted. But when a persons feelings are on the line...to be honest...I wouldn't even want it.

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