Stupid girl

Did you not see the lies on his face?
How could you not smell the deceit?
But like a moth to the flame you let yourself get burned by him,

This is not death. This is something worse,
A human agony shrouded with lies,
Numb to the words of regret,

Distant and cold. Blameless he sat and stared,
You have gone nowhere since,

The moment he inserted himself,
You became nothing of importance,
Your heart in his hand,
Your name on his wrist,

You have been here before,
Used and unloved,
No tears will fix this.