You don’t truly know what love is,
you merely think you do.
Strange to see so clearly now
after the rose-tinted glass has shattered.
How close you were to fooling us all.
Even I, who thought I knew you the most,
was blinded by your well-crafted façade
perhaps because I craved so much for it to be real.
You deceived your way into my heart.
Lies and trickery were your tools
and how could I defend myself against them
when you were their master?
But the flower that you crumpled
was never yours to take.
You, who disguised yourself as a friend
when I needed one the most.
The damage that you so recklessly caused
cannot ever be repaired.
That stain will cling to my soul always,
a reminder of you I can never escape.