Walking on Egg Shells
Each step, a fragile whisper,
Cracking beneath the weight of your gaze,
I tread lightly through the shards of us,
Every word a potential storm,
Every silence, a noose tightening.
You wore charm like armor,
A smile that could disarm a heart,
Yet behind it, shadows danced,
Manipulation dripped like honey,
Sweet but thick with poison.
I learned to read your moods,
A...
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