The Living Broken (Poetry)

All A Game

I thought you were an angel.
A blessing in disguise.

I thought we were destined to be.
A matchmake in heaven. 

I thought you loved me.
As much as I loved you.

I thought it was guilt I saw.
As you pushed the blade further in.

I thought you cared about me.
A game it was, to you.

I thought it was over. 
As if it ever was to you.