The time we spent,


the look in your eyes,




the words you spoke.
Fake. Faulty. False.

Placed in front of me for only one reason;
a reason I was to naïve to see.
This reason never came from your heart.

Your heart, that I thought held all the answers to my prayers,


your heart, that I thought was mine,




your heart, that I thought loved me for me.







Obsidian. Obscure. Obligated.

The wishes and desires came from a place that was not your heart.
They say women think with their hearts and men think with other parts;
nether regions and pleasures were the only reasons you kept me around.

I am no longer blind.


I see the truth of the matter.




I am heartbroken.




Aching. Alone. Alive.

A side of me has been put away for further inspection;
you will not be the one who sees me shattered.
I will rise again, you will regret, I will forget.