you tricky fiend?
Grabbed her hands
Whispered false
promises with every
swallow of wine
Screaming distortions
and outright lies upon
every glimpse in
the mirror, every
swallow of food.
You may be manipulating'
quite a few parts,
yet you do
not have the most
vital piece.
Her heart,
you bastard.
For that is held
in fire and steel,
and guarded by
something you
will never beat.
Love.