motion. | completed

minus twenty

after all,

it was only one tiny little
word.
but i felt the rush like
the heat of a thousand suns,
you were the epicenter
of my
e a r t h q u a k e
and i burned,
i burned furious,
i burned to
ash.

you scalded me, with
your fires and your fucking
lies.
i don't want to remember
but you pushed me further in,
into the flames,
into the unknown.

and like an animal
[which is what we are, in the end]
i came too close to your bait
and you pulled me in with
vicious words dressed in silk,
covered in velvet and
presented to me with a
big red bow.

you swathed your hate in the
brightness of false love,
the gentle chiffon of your
[beautiful] blue eyes that
looked upon me, once
with true emotion.

you are a master of disguise,
you,
making molehills out of
mountains and
daydreams out of nightmares.
you dress your words
like the most picky
stylist.
you know how to work your
needle and thread.

i applaud you.