I was crazy. Crazy to have believed your lies. I was caught like a fly in a Venus fly trap, that had only come to investigate the beautiful plant but had ended up getting caught in its trap. I don't know why I believed for even a second that you liked me. I should've known, should've seen the truth in your eyes.
But I loved the way you let me see a side to you that no one else saw. The vulnerable, sweet and sensitive side. The side that was completely and utterly fake.
I still don't know why you did it. I had never wronged you. Maybe you thought it was good for your image. I guess it doesn't matter.
Because this is my punishment for trying to be a good person.
