A creeping sense of dread seeped in,
as I realized there was a traitor in my midst.
A double agent at it again,
striking mercilessly with an iron fist.

I thought all was as it should be,
shoved my heart in a barred cell,
and set my body free,
but oh how quickly my defenses fell.

How could I have been so naive,
to mistake lust and love for oil and water,
as once entwined they are impossible to cleve,
inseparable indistinguishable fodder.

Once I realized my own betrayal,
panic dug its twisted roots deep,
and only then did I truly fail,
as I fled the state of infatuation a frazzled heap.

It was then that  I noticed in my haste to flee,
I tore my heart in two, and whether it can be mended I have yet to see.