You weave words from bone.

When they should be stone.

You leave me to suffer alone.

Birds see you as fun and free.

But insects know who you are to me.

One day everyone will see.

The world is a stage everyone a player.

You would be the hero’s betrayer.

There is always another malevolent layer.

You are like a rippling reflection.

Forever new, a phoenixes resurrection.

Ready for my hearts dissection.

It’s sad that betrayal is not from an enemy.

Or from an unknown identity.

Once you were someone to me.