"When you’re least expecting ithe leans in and whispers into your ear,“I love you.”. And just like..."

“When you’re least expecting it

he leans in and whispers into your ear,

“I love you.”. And just like that

he has you right where he wants you.

He doesn’t need an alibi when it comes to

your forgiveness. He knows

which words to use when he is trying

to mask the truth from your sight.

Are you really that blind,

or are you just that forgiving?

He touches the soft of your belly

and you can feel your heart dancing

inside of your chest. Perfectly in sync

with the way his hands move along

your skin. “This is love,” you think

to yourself. “If this wasn’t love

than my heart wouldn’t put on a performance

for him even before he’s near me.”

You repeat these words to yourself

when you’re almost to the conclusion

that he really is just another temporary fix

for your loneliness. “He loves me.

He said it himself. He kneeled before me

with his eyes drowning in his own tears

before I even walked out the door.

He loves me. He said so himself.”

He has you tied around his puppeteer

fingers. He can do anything now

and he knows it. Sometimes I think

even you know it. He could murder someone

right in front of you, come stumbling

before you, blood soaked palms

and eyes full of fiery. He could kneel

before you and whisper,

“I love you. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me.

Please believe me. I love you. It wasn’t me.”

and knowing you,

you would believe him too.”

- "If it wasn’t him, then who was it?", Colleen Brown