A Manipulative Mastermind

You don't have to lie. You don't have to try. You just told me you don't love me. But to me that's no suprise. When you first started talking, I knew my heart would be breaking. And It was only a matter of time. If your manipulative little tricks had the ability to kill, I'd be so blinded by them that I'd become deathly ill. I know you're gone, and that now I'm free from all that stress. But how badly I want to hear you laugh, and how badly it hurts that I'm forgetting the way your voice sounds in my head. I hate to say it, but it's only the truth. I should have seen it through that smile, so deceiving and caught it in those eyes so misleading. I was blind in love, and you were just blind. You enjoyed watching md hurt, as you pushed me closer to the edge each and every time. But you don't have to lie. You don't even have to try. I felt it the first time you spoke. I felt it the moment you said goodbye. I still feel it now, and it pulls me apart a bit inside. I don't know what I thought I'd be left with after falling for a manipulative mastermind.