The fragrance of the perfume reminds me of her.
How I distaste her and everything that connects to her.
Her every move now pisses me off.
She used to be my favorite person.
Until lately when I uncovered her hidden self.
The dangerous side of her.
How dare she take me for a joke.
It saddens me whenever I remember my role in her life.
Yes, more of a pushover.
She gains easy access with her deceptive smiley face.
Of course, I was her sword.
She uses it anyhow it pleases her.
It was a smooth task for her.
Because she was damn good.
I believed in her ways and walked diligently in her path.
How was she smoothly switching faces?
I give it to her, let her collect the crown.
She should look out for me.
I will crush her now if she makes any funny more.
Hello Everyone.
Thank you very much for reading through.
This is my entry to this week's Blockchain poets prompt “deception”