I collect your secrets.
I sequester your peccadilloes
in dark security near my heart.
You tell me all your vilest deeds,
for I tally, but never judge.
(I forgive but don't forget.)
In the delusions of your elastic mind,
my smile cancels all transgressions.
Go on thinking my silence is compliance.
Labor under a perception that I'm weak.
I beg of you, believe in me,
even though we are mortal enemies.
Why, you wonder, do I trust you?
Because my arsenal against betrayal
This is a Three Word Wednesday post.