"In the beginning, all was pure and bright,
But shadows crept in, dimming the light.
He changed his tune, grew distant and cold,
With words that cut deep, and a heart that grew bold.
No need for stalking, the truth came to me,
Revealing his secrets, like leaves on a tree.
Surrounding by others, he wove a web of lies,
What once was our love turned toxic, full of sighs.
I sought a moment to chart our lost way,
But silence fell heavy; he chose to delay.
So I stepped back, reclaiming my spark,
In search of joy, to rise from the dark.
Now he calls out, longing for what we had,
But I'm finding my peace, and it's making me glad."
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Mind games
Poetry"Having high expectations and subsequently experiencing disappointment."
