Decietful

You almost had me going there
I almost played a part
In this filthy game of heartache
In this deceitful piece of art

You had to say you wanted this
Though your motives weren’t true
Why are you pretending?
I thought I could trust you…

But now I’m seeing clearly
I have proof of what I feared
To think I almost felt for you…
Well, no worries now my dear

I know now what you’re hiding
Or at least more of your lies
It doesn’t really matter, though
You’ve opened up my eyes

Once again I sit here watching
As my lover's torn apart
By some double dealing mistress
Playing cruel games with his heart

And I know he won’t believe me
If I tell him what I’ve found
But I’ll still pick up the pieces
When you’re no longer coming ‘round

Author notes

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, and I just dug it out of the recesses of my computer. I thought it had a bit of merit still, so I thought I'd post it and see what people thought.