Was I the one who leaned into your life—
Protected, soft, and safe from strife?
Was it I who entered the door of your mind,
Disrupting its innocence with ideas unkind?
Was I the one who hunted the prey,
Who hoped in her heart, “Please, please go away?”
Did I come armed with words untrue
Which flattered the sweetest part of you?
Did I know what you wanted to hear,
And poured only that into your ear?
Was I the one who mesmerized you?
Who took you away from the beautiful and true?
But the beautiful and true is a world of lies:
Smiles smiling with beautiful eyes.
I was the one who was mesmerized.
I was the one forsaken.
I was the one seduced by you, captured by you, and taken.
I was the one deceived by you—
Whether or not the beautiful is beautiful. Or true.
