Rejection; it hurts.

Like the knife you put behind my back,

A spear nestled deep inside my heart,

Wonderful really, I'm still alive and breathing,

It's horrified anger over you I'm seething,

If you cannot see this anymore yet,

I'm still just a pawn for you, a bet.

But for some sick twisted way,

Under the stars and blooming sun ray,

I'm still madly  in love with you,

But defiantly not the person you became,

And can you blame me, the girl,

Who blindly played along with your game?