The scariest man smiles wide,
his voice silk over cold stone.
“I love you,” he whispers,
and you lean in, unaware
that trust is a candle he’s about to snuff.
Behind your back
he spits fire into quiet corners,
builds betrayal in texts and shadows,
smiling while gutting what you thought sacred.
The knife is his grin,
curved and familiar,
hiding behind the mask
that wears your heart like a borrowed face.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I’m just a human trying to make it in this world. I write about heartbreak, loneliness, longing, anger, family—all the things I can’t seem to leave alone. Everything I write is about me, even when it’s about someone else.
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