by Nick Gisburne
Of all your sweet, seductive, shameless lies,
‘I promise not to hurt you’ was the worst.
Betrayal never flickered in your eyes,
The fantasy, the fiction, well rehearsed.
Your flame could never fade; it never was.
The words you whispered filled an empty space,
Forgettable deceptions, all because
Your lies were tied together with the chase.
No devil broke its bargains more than you.
The labyrinth, the layers of the con,
Were pieces of a plan I never knew.
I see them all, and all of them are gone.
Your words may work for others, not for me.
Beyond their reach, without you, I am free.
