Only Status

Love is now a game of knives. She arrives in silk—smiling sweet— But what lies behind that smile? A mirror or deceit? She loves with terms. You, with blood. Her heart is wired not for truth But for security. What engine purrs beneath your car? Which gates conceal your home? What digits fill your bank account? These speak louder than your soul. You call it love— She calls it leverage. Loyalty? No. Loyalty is interest on her gain. Change your status, Watch her mind follow suit. She smiled, yes, but only At the mirror of your worth. You sleep beside a mask, A face she forged for you. You think you know her? You only know What she permits. True love is not found in her. It begins within you. Let her chase you— But be both beast and angel. Know this: She can leave at any moment. And you must welcome her absence Before it arrives. If you invest, invest knowing: You sign your name in water. Society cries: “She is fragile, protect her.” But who speaks Of her soft power, Her velvet manipulation? Who warns you of the web Spun by her silence? She is not your enemy. But you were never her equal. You are not her victim— You are her volunteer.