Penny for a Poem

Mijn Wrede Dood

You a mirage so sweet, a desert oasis, a promised retreat.
Your words like honey, your touch a soft breeze, I fell for your lies with such fatal ease.
You painted me pictures of futures so bright, where I was your last, your guiding starlight.
But behind the canvas, a different scene appeared.
Another's form, where mine should have been.
You strung me along with whispers so kind,
"I'll come back,"
you said, leaving me behind.
I clung to that hope like a withering vine, while you poured your passion into hearts not mine.
The truth was a dagger, sharp and unkind, revealing the blindness of my love-struck mind.
She was your desire, your body's true call, while I was the fool, set up for the fall.
You paraded your truth for the world to see, a spectacle of love that excluded me.
Your cruel exhibition of passion anew, shattered the illusions I held of you.
Now I stand exposed, raw to watchful eyes, the girl who believed in beautiful lies.
You were my cruel love, a lesson hard learned, of trust misplaced and affections spurned.
But from these ashes of love's cruel jest, I'll rise stronger, putting your memory to rest.
For though you were cruel, and your love untrue, I've found my worth in a world without you.