Is it my voice, my look, my swagger, my stylo? Does my bright and beautiful smile blind you from seeing the depths of my soul, wherein lies my true intentions? Does my warm yet meaningless embrace make you feel love and provide a sense of security?
You allow me to devour your core existence and make excuses for my behavior. Every ounce of your being tells you to run. Your experiences tell you to hide. Your common sense tells you, I'm no good, nevertheless you still persist. You ignore your women's intuition, a built in warning system given to you by the All Mighty.
I've lured you into a game of three- card Monte. You gamble with your heart and soul losing time and time again. And then you pretend to be surprised when I leave you broken hearted. Next?