I wanted to think of him as a friend or even something more, and then I found out the truth. He is unable to connect with others on an emotional level and derives enjoyment from psychological manipulation. He learned all he wanted to know about me, charmed and amused me, played with my emotions, and then he shut the door. I doubt we'll ever see each other again, but a version of him will always haunt my inner corridors.
He moved through life like a poltergeist
Simply with words
Seductive, this will, this scarecrow mind
Outwardly shifting to please, to intrigue
Calm and collected, gentle and
He was always aware of a hollow place
Some abyssal space
Always testing but never comprehending
Strumming on the strings of an instrument
He could always play
But never truly own
Untroubled by dark, he smiled
Passing inner demons in the hallways
Of his scarecrow mind
No one is allowed inside
Without a fight.
He tipped his hat at fear
And swallowed everything;
Every voice, every nuance, every detail
To incorporate into his new act
His smooth, sweet control.
No one knew.
No one knew