Blade
so naive of me, I fear
to have believed you were sincere
fell right into your game
same song and dance
just a different name...
am I so wrong to be so tame?
took you in, and held you dear...
you said so much, and your words shone
like the edge of the blade: well-honed
cut me quick and deep, I didn't feel
that this wound was there, is real
so deftly did you wield
the knife of yourself, hitting home
cleaved me once again: apart, alone...
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