Et Tu

Nothing could've prepared me
For the knife that you dug in
Between my bones and vertebrae
Slid so easy through my skin
You whispered sugared promises
Honey dripped from your tongue
You covered all your blemishes
Concealed it all with love
You emotional assassin
You killer of the heart
I was just a target
A bulls-eye to your dart
I believed every letter
Of the words you made so true
Never questioning your motives
Or anything you'd do
I guess I had it coming
So naiive and full of hope
But you were just cunning
Your lies laced with gold
I only wanted to love you
I fell with just one look
All is what I gave you
And that's exactly what you took

Reviews

[Eileenws]

You do a great job of getting your point across. This poem is sad.