I was conned out of everything I owned

I was conned out of everything I owned

I fell in love with words,

your words inspired me.

Yet a few months down the road,

those same words that captured me

set out to destroy me.

I tore up your poetry — lies,

words that meant nothing to you.

Words that blinded the stupid woman

who trusted too easily.

You not only destroyed me

but emptied my bank account.

Those words should have said,

I am going to fleece you of everything you have.

You did it.

That night I overdosed

on anger, on betrayal.

Had I caught you,

I promise you would be dead.

£185,000 gone.

My house — gone.

My jewellery — gone.

My antiques — gone.

You left me with £30

and a heart that feels like stone.

If I had a gun,

I would shoot you

and serve the time gladly.

You’re the shit

from the elephant’s arse.

But wait —

Karma is looking for you.

I did a karma spell

to make you pay for this,

and you will.

Yes, a curse —

so in a way,

I am like you now.

You turned me

into the shite of this earth.

Using bad spells, I had to

You needed pay back.

Remember when the day comes —

when your lies choke you,

when your world crumbles,

when you’re left with nothing —

remember this:

It wasn’t fate.

It wasn’t bad luck.

It was me.

I hope you rot in misery.