A rather quick poem I decided to write about the fact of betrayal. Putting love and trust into someone, and getting, well I should say, less than expected in return.

Here I walk alone.

Once again, abandoned.

Passing the same marks.

A road that knows me so well.

Holes grow where love was painted.

On walls no longer sealed.

Open, they endure, no longer endowing protection.

From the world they determined to keep out.

I opened the doors only for you.

From inside, you planted seeds. 

Sprouting and flourishing, though leaching. 

Now I'm empty. Now I am..

The End

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