Trifecta’s challenge for the week:
MANIPULATE (transitive verb)
2a : to manage or utilize skillfully
b : to control or play upon by artful, unfair, or insidious means especially to one’s own advantage
3: to change by artful or unfair means so as to serve one’s purpose : to doctor
You lied when you signed it.
You had no intention of keeping your promises.
I went back, though.
Checked for a loophole.
There was none.
It wasn’t the words of the document you tried to manipulate –
It was the truth.
(And it worked.)
I loved you, you know. In my own way.
Sure you weren’t the wittiest kid on the block
And sure you weren’t the fullest of life.
But you were my friend.
Until you screwed everything up.
I lost more than what you took from me that day, you know.
I lost you too.
And you meant more to me than I will ever admit to myself.
Because it’s easier to pretend that we never really hit it off
Than to admit that I liked having you around so much that it never seemed to matter.
But what’s done is done.
And all this…
Well, it’s my fault too
Because I have a hard time letting things go
And an ever harder time letting people go.
Sometimes when you smile at me in the street,
I am enraged by your audacity
But, more recently,
I just want to give in and hold you tight
And have you hold me tight.
But something tells me
(Or maybe someone did)
That that’s not healthy.
But I will say here,
In the privacy of a worldwide audience
Where you may never find me,
Where I don’t have to look into your eyes as I rage
And blame you
And then break down midsentence
Because of a rising sob threatening to choke me,
I will say this:
I loved you.
I would’ve protected you for the rest of my life
If you had only kept the one promise I needed from you,
The only promise you ever made me:
To keep us all together.