Your betrayal

Simply stands ripped apart, bleeding with

The incessant gash of the pain you sent my way.

As though, nothing really existed, as if no bond ever existed,

As though there was no us, no you and I.

You came, you pretended to love, to care, to adore, and you broke me,

I saw you, I loved you, I adored you, I breathed you, and yet today,

I stand stranded, deprived of your love, or perhaps, the mirage of it.

A thousand pieces of my broken soul

Still yearning for you, grieving for you, crying out your name.

You did not even take a moment in destroying the very essence of my soul,

And yet I still stay a prey to the enigma that you are, as though,

Your betrayal cuts deep within my soul,

That heart which had once beat for you, and you alone,

I have always been a captive to your being,

The pretense of the good and the actuality of the malice that you are.

What perturbs me is the way I still cannot bring myself,

To hate you, to loathe you, after what you did, because,

Once, every fiber of my existence had incandescently fallen for you,

And true love may never cease to exist, no matter what may.

Smile at the fool that I am, mock at me, laugh at the naivety I personify,

That's who you are. Yet, perhaps, even for a moment had you loved me,

I hope you have that tiny bit of regret clawing deep within,

While I stay repainting the murals within my heart

With the reminisces of what I felt was love.