The Fool

I looked in her eyes to see if I still knew her. I wanted her to look like someone else. Someone evil I didn't know. But I knew her. The part that had said she loved me was there but peaking out from behind her, a calm cold calculating woman who uses people who succumb to her charms then throws them away like they are trash. Once I was her obsession. Now she latches onto her next. As cold hearted as the person is I see, I miss the one who I thought she was and I must mourn the death of the one I knew. The one I loved. The one who I thought brought the stars out at night. She is gone. She is dead. And I hurt. I bleed, not from external cuts but from the internal ones brought on by all the lies. I am a fool.