Meraki

you

"You"

Your only weapon against me

   was that you believed

   you could shape my emotions

   with your bare hands.

And at first, you made me feel

   like I could be lied to,

   left in the dark, and

   consoled with repeated

   half-truths and excuses.

You made me think that

   a broken trust could be mended

   with the glue of promises

   for complete honesty and truth.

You made me think that

   it was okay for someone to

   apologize only when they

   were sorry they got caught.

You thought it would work.

You thought I would forgive

   as easily as I fell in love.

You thought you were good

   enough to be forgiven

   for a tiny, stupid mistake

   that you pointed fingers for,

   pushing the blame onto anyone

   you could (except for yourself),

   until a reluctant apology

   was finally admitted.

You thought I would forget

   the lies and the hurt

   and would accept the promises

   that it would never happen again.

You thought I was a fool

   for your love.

How wrong you were.