Your angel might just be someone else’s devil
He’s sweet, adoring and loving, all that you’ve been missing
Very handsome and charming, it’s absolutely disarming
His touch and affection are oh so addicting
What you don’t see is what he reserves for another
The emotional terrorism he learned from his father
His relentless tirades and dismissive gestures
The lies that twist her mind into splinters
Yet when he’s at your front door he appears as your savior
He’s weaponized the art of seduction
Soft honey lips with venomous kisses
You’re blinded by love, yet his secrets run deep
If you watch very closely, you might see it creep
The irritated sigh as his phone begs attention
That angry flash in his eyes—it wasn’t your imagination.
Did you notice the corner of his lip curl with pure disdain and condescension?
If so, you should leave and never look back, it’s not something minor, it’s a stealth attack. He’ll target your mind, body and soul so heed signs and leave now, so you won’t have regrets and you’ll get your life back.
Lost Art of Mystery 
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