You looked harmless from the side,
before you pierced me with those eyes,
before you pierced me with the knife
that I slid to you to cut
the cake I made just because
you mentioned sweets in your bio.
Another lie, how would I know?
I didn’t know you at the time,
thought we’d spill more over wine—
save a splash, for the alibi
that blurs the night’s timeline,
‘longside my reputation.
There was NO stipulation,
Closest kin will know, at least.
Label you despicable beast—
for the trick you pulled on-screen,
with a girl wanting to believe
that her profile could attract
a most charming, promising match.

Word of the Day Challenge; Profile