Of people that have come and gone, of things I’ve experienced.
People will always show you who they are. Usually when you first meet. They may even tell you… but it’s something about their smile, the way they hold your hand… you’re seduced and you’re done for. You forget what they did or what they told you.
But they know that’s a camouflage. They know who they are. They use words that they own. Like bitch and sneaky. They resort to childish ways of getting attention. And, it works if you’re not on the watch.
You’re a moth to a flame.