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.
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
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So true, and the man who show love with action are the ones to be trusted.
Trust is the cornerstone of all relationships.