Faded pages, old words, given new meaning, now I know your game,
your lies, betrayed all that was nice, made me feel at blame,
trusted with my feelings, you tore them up into tiny scraps,
I gave you my love, my life, my entire being, a mistake perhaps.
Photos of smiles, happy days in bliss,
a deceit, a fiction, with you it was always hit or miss,
left scars in my heart, and in my mind
wounds, open, exposed, my health declined.
Memories like movie screens, showing the story of our days,
they were false, built on dishonesty, caused much malaise,
a fall into a place unknown, a dark gloom, hard to escape,
as much as I tried, fought my mind, couldn't get my life in shape.
Days turned to weeks, to years, I started to break through,
to let myself free, to stop blaming me, gave me hope to look to,
to see that each day has meaning,
every day a new beginning.
thanks for reading.
kyle.(the betrayed poet)
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