Wilted rose once so beautiful.
How you were given as something so meaningful.

Much like the disguise he wore.
How I should've kept shut, my locked door.

All the broken he skillfully painted for me to see.
It was all just a game to mask that he was playing me.

So many things I should've paid attention to better.
The deceitful way he left me for another.

Public affections left on display.
While keeping me hidden from his play.

I made it clear I don't do mind games..
So nothing more than a
stranger to him is how I'll remain.

Shoving my feelings way deep down.
In the end, they only made me feel like a clown.