I love you, but… (Original Poem)

His love for her showed through
the blinding light of his smile,
his pearly white teeth,
perfect,
glinting like diamonds
mirroring the light in his eyes;
a light that came from somewhere
deep below
in the cavernous cage of his chest.

Her hand upon his rib cage
could feel the
thump thump
drum beat of his heart,
matching rhythm with her own.

With his mouth,
he spoke of future times,
when things would be easier,
when they could be truly
together,
when he would be free,
free of his
previous commitments.

She turned away,
knowing deep within
from the depths of knowledge
that only women possess,
that it was all false,
pretense,
pretend,
nothing more.

He came to her,
wrapped his arms
lovingly
around her waist,
in that way that screams
of comfort and protection.

He whispered to her
then,
“I love you.”
He whispered it
along her neck a dozen times
with only his lips and the tip
of his tongue.

She could feel herself
relaxing into his embrace,
the slightest ray
of hope
pushing away her doubt;
she began to give in
to the pretense.

She felt worthy
for the first time
in her life,
worthy of this love
that he professed,
worthy of the adoration
of his hands upon
her body,
of his lips upon
her flesh.

“I love you,
but…”

He would never know
how his words
destroyed her,
melting her fragile
self-image
like wax.

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