Your words
foolery;
a mockery of my heart.
My trust
destroyed.
And my head now a fog,
from the rose colored glasses
that you placed on my face
back then,
glued to my sight
of you.
I know no truth
and I beg,
beg to know why.
Why did you even bother
my foolish misguided heart.
You should
and will
be ashamed.
You're better than that.
A soulmate is rare
and you,
you are blind
to red devilish pain
that will engulf your heart.
You are now
a stranger,
one whom I couldn't wish I never met.
For you destroyed me
with your apathy,
indecision,
lack of thought.
I cry I hurt,
I scream your name.
And you,
nothing but a silent ear;
You're better than that.
When you are broken
and on the ground,
crying
hurting,
screaming for the truth;
I will meet you there.