why am I not surprised? | a poem against vampires

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I overlooked the ugliness within her

and got wounded by her thorns

*

every time she pretended to mean well

I felt how bad she truly was for me

*

her false smile is effortless

*

she keeps a clean record on the surface

and bullies with unfelt niceties

*

she knows how to play the good part

that’s how you lose your better judgement

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she profits from the exposure of your wounds

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she feels alive when she infects your wounds

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she is so empty inside

she’ll devour you whole

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she signals how good she is to the world

you should see her eyes when she speaks to me

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cover me cover me cover me

with false niceties

and nobody sees the blade

under the masquerade of goodwill

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I’d have more respect for you

if you’d stand by your actions

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but you still play the good person

after everything you did

how could anyone still believe you

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you go to such great lengths

to maintain your circus of lies

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polishing yourself

stained glass

blind cowardice

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I’ve stepped into the trap again

and my body shuts down

you’re done, you’re out

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you enjoy the sound of my suffering

you take me in, never wanting it to end

prolonging it, savouring it, and you feel superior

you, a bad actor, a liar, a manipulator

who constantly asks, how are you,

and never ever truly cares about the answer

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you use it against me

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you use it for yourself

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don’t you dare ask me how I am

if you don’t want to hear the truth

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