You promised me the world,
And I believed you.
There had been matador-red flags flopping in my face,
Telling me of your lies,
But I ignored them,
And got horned by the bull.
You promised me love,
And I never felt it.
At first, I thought it was.
But it was just me
Pretending to feel what I wanted to feel.
Your half-truths were praise
in my insecure ears.
Your subtle smirks were your unique way of encouragement,
A sick way of lifting the bullied off the ground,
Only to shove them deeper in again.
Don't worry. I don't blame you.
It's all my fault for believing.
Not that it matters now,
I'm done with being awed at you magic tricks.
And that is what really matters.