Husks of the Forgotten

I let you in,
gave you part of me,
told you things that
no one else knows.
My secrets,
my fears,
you turned them
on me.
You used my blindness
to your own gain,
brought me to my
knees and pierced
my heart.
All along letting
me believe that
I was the one,
the only.
It's an interesting
game, and you played
it perfectly.
Checkmate,
looks like I lost,
every single barrier
I built, against this
master plan, has been
overcome and destroyed.
So as I leave the table,
broken and bloodied,
I say goodbye
and farewell.
I would look over
my shoulder
but that eye has
been gouged out
never to see again.
The beauty is gone,
the alacrity has been
annihilated.
All that's left is the
shivering husk
of the love I once
held,
felt,
and cherished.

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