Strategy
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I wanted you... so I studied you Learned the architecture of every wound I mirrored what you needed, became your perfect cure A reflection so convincing... so beautifully pure I gave you what no one else did... a love that felt designed Then I took it all away... with a disciplined mind That wasn't an accident It started with love Affection is a tool. Vulnerability, a weapon. And intimacy? That's just the stage. I don't build relationships, I build illusions. I construct... the cage. Selected. Not chosen. A transaction, left unspoken Selected. Not chosen Your empathy... was the token You were never chosen... you were selected. For your empathy, your hope, your light... infected. Your capacity to forgive me, over and over again. It was always a transaction, my secret to win. My secret You gave me comfort, control, a place to hide. My broken self, tucked safe inside your care... ...I lied. That wasn't an accident... You thought it was love? Affection is a tool. Vulnerability, a weapon. And intimacy? That's just the stage. I don't build relationships, I build illusions. The truth is... I can mimic connection, but I can't sustain it. I can say the right words... but I don't feel the weight behind them... I fake relationships, like I fake remorse... Believable... Emotional... Empty... of course. When I'm done... I don't end it. I just change masks. I ghost, I cheat, I lie, I blame you for the fallout I designed. Because if I can make you think it was your fault... ...I win. You were perfect... ...until you stopped believing me.