Sometimes…no, it’s not just sometimes. Often it’s hard to tell what a man’s real intentions are. Or is it?
No. You always know what their intentions are. Who are you kidding?
And yet you allow them to linger still, pretending you know nothing. Pretending you have no doubts about their sincerity. Letting them play their little love games.
You turn a blind eye to what’s obvious. You brush aside your woman instinct.
All because that would be much easier than admitting to yourself that you are not special after all, or at least not as special as you’d like people to think you are. And that you, with all your undue vanity, are in fact, to them insignificant–nothing but a superficial solution to their momentary problem.
Because it’s easier to be played by a jerk and hate him than to tell the world ‘I actually deserve it’ and hate yourself.
Because it’s convenient to blame it all on their schemes, claiming yourself as the casualty. When in fact, it’s all just you. It’s all just you.
You let things happen. You let yourself be consumed. Playing victim, blaming others, feigning innocence. Saying you had no clue. When in reality, you’ve known all along.
You always know what a man’s real intentions are. You just pretend that you don’t. Because you, too, have your own.
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