Thine tongue hath spun so sinfully such lies,
Honey sounds slithered, like swords hath hurt,
But thou would not halt, not for all mine cries,
Thine lips spoke love while with others did flirt.
Oh! And thou did wonder why thee can’t sleep!
When thee hath tempted many to thine hell.
And how fine a play of posture thou did keep,
To beguile, to deceit so long so well.
Where is thine dignity? Art mine eyes blind?
Thee was sweet only to manipulate,
And all thine twisted truths I could not find,
But now I know, and my love is now hate.
For my sins, all I may hath done to thee,
Did thee deem mine deeds deserved such cruelty?
All the “I love you”s, all the hugs, all the wishes, all the poems, compliments, support, kindness. It was all a lie. Nothing was ever real. And now I know.