Smoke and mirrors before me,
a show that begun with the syrupy words whispered in my ear,
what bitter lies they proved to be,
I felt myself,
slip slip falling into the trap you set for me,
a deep hole,
dark and full up with fallacies,
you took my precious beating heart in your hand -
or did I give it over freely,
then crushed it,
you ground it to almost nothing,
I lost myself to the poison in your cold blue eyes.
©bellevies
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