In truth painful, your heart once loved this man,
With trust, you placed your love within his hand.
Believing he'd protect it like a gem,
Yet, he departed, shattering it so cruel.

So cold, his absence, sudden, like a frost,
His distancing, a truth that you had lost.
To you, it held great worth, a cherished cost,
But did it mean a thing to him, at most?

He thought himself quite clever, such a sage,
While you, in love, were trapped within a cage.

Did he not care, your love, your deep devotion?
Why did he depart with no emotion?
No closure, reasons, just a swift commotion,
No words or excuses, pure devotion.

Days passed before you grasped the cruel scene,
He, your future, you his passing dream.
He treated you like some unwanted scheme,
A toy, cheap, from a sale, it would seem.

In truth, you loved him, that's a fact so clear,
But he, in apathy, did not hold dear.
You gave your trust, your love, your soul, sincere,
While he saw you as less than mere.




© fairydustnebula