Pretending
Pretending
He was good at pretending
He manipulated to get his way
She was hopelessly in love with him
Until she started to see through
The lies, the schemes, the shady deeds
He was all about money, all about the green
Yet because her pockets were empty
He couldn’t take anything from her
So he turned her into a Belle captured in his domain
He did what he could to keep her away from the world
To combat him and his pretending
She decided to reflect the energy he was sharing
For when she started to treat him like he treated her
That is when his anger began to fly
He expected her to weep, to cry, to plead as he told her goodbye
Now he sits, his glass of Fireball nearly forgotten
Wondering how she had gotten so strong
Wondering how she had learned to see him for what he was
He longs for something that he can never make right, nor can he ever escape
As even when he drives through town, he sees her and what once was
Now he searches for her in everyone he meets
Yet he will never find what he pretended not to care about
And wonders why he can’t stop pretending.
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