My Little Traitor

I was lost in the reflection of her earnest eyes,

They spoke to me in a series of promises.

Words cloaked in honey,

Oozing from viper lips,

The lies found her.

While holding on,

They fell on deaf ears.

I lay in her gardens,

Smelling roses made of nylon and torn ribbons.

The night no longer felt lonesome,

Her shadows revealed to me the enemy.

I believed she was worth the sacrifice,

While she climbed over shattered bones.

The weight of every word,

Equivelent to every lie.

Yet,

She is nothing without my vulnerability.

She can never feast without my misery.

So, in words of earnestness,

I kiss her good night, singing sweet little whispers.

Oh, my beloved little traitor.