Your words, once sweet, now bitter and cold
Every "I love you" a lie, a story unfold
Why did you deceive me, why did you pretend?
Was it a game to you, a means to an end?

How could you look me in the eye and say
Words that meant nothing, yet meant the world to me each day?
How could you bear to touch me, to hold me near
When in your heart, you knew it was all a lie, a spear?

Why did you choose to hurt me, to break my trust?
Was it a thrill, a challenge, a test of my love's rust?
How could you sleep at night, with a conscience so clear?
Or was your heart blackened, your soul filled with fear?

I ask these questions, though I may not want to know
The truth behind your lies, the reason for the show
But I need to understand, to make sense of the pain
To learn to let go, to love again.

~X~