Let's Go Make A Heartbreak

Mmmm...I have weird thoughts.

Let's Go Make A Heartbreak

I love you. Empty words. The Middle Eastern belief is that a word spoken aloud becomes aliveâ€'tangible, released into the atmosphere, unable to be taken back. A word aloud is real. A word aloud should be true. It is a pretty notion, to be sure. Proven entirely false by those three words. I love you. So untrue. I loathe you. I love you to every boy who bats his eyes and spits that line that he thinks will coerce me until I'm his, only his, always his, until he has me and no longer wants me.

Of course I love you, with fluttering lashes and a carefully coy smile, those eyes they like to rave about like they were the first to think of those clichés flinting up to hide disgust.

“I worship you, Mr. Arbuckle, good night.”

They think they're fierce, I'm sure. That it tears me up inside. Of course they think that. It never occurs to them that just as they lied, I fabricated a lovely little act, spun a pretty yarn as well. Silly to think that I pretended to be the puppet, when I really held the strings all along. Preposterous. Their egos will not stand for it. Of course I love them. I really do. They secretly and smugly pat themselves on the back, congratulations on another conquest.

“By the time you swear you're his, shivering and sighing, and he vows his passion is infinite undyingâ€'lady, make a note of this: one of you is lying.”

Deception is the game, darling, and I've got it rigged.



First quote: Breakfast at Tiffany's
Second quote: Dorothy Parker, "Unfortunate Coincidence."