Pretentious

Why do we deceive? I do it because I must,
For that extra length of closure against the pull of lust;
The tangling web of affection, you its seamstress,
I prayed and hoped not be caught by one more enchantress.

The more you fight the deeper you are embroiled,
Its enchanting keep you accept and soon you are spoiled
By thoughts, dreams, verses of crippling delusion
That enters your private sleep because of its lonesome intrusion.

Like those feeble cards that wait to fall at your feet
A breath, a touch, a kiss away from collapsing defeat!
Bullish I stand as strong as any fragile fool,
I tease to despise these exhausting thoughts, not be cruel.

You judge me quicker then I do myself and all,
I’ll take pretentious, a verdict that has no valid call,
I regret this? For your sake perhaps. Mine never!
Life like secrets aren’t meant to be locked in you forever.