just the notion of a heart to wrap around.
i'm a liar, a master of subterfuge, an actress in a harlequin mask, hiding my face and myself from the world. you think you know? you presume? oh, but i would recommend a second thought. i am the worst kind of cruelty, an unceasing smile and a heart like a vacuum, sucking up whatever it can acquire and attaching itself onto anything convenient. i love and discard from the same hand, with equal ease. releasing is as quickly done as claiming, and even when i say i can't let go, i'm usually already done. because i refuse to be hurt, i can't let anyone get close. my shell is transparent and supple. it moves with me, blends with me, makes you think that i hide nothing, hold nothing back. yet i keep myself just distant enough for selfishness, simultaneously holding you close and keeping you back. i've made my plans, i know the future. the only question is when i choose to inform you of how it will be.