hurt

what happened over the weekend for me?
i fell into his trap.
snagged by his hypnotizing cerulean stare and the body carved to make my mouth water.
when those lips parted, i let the words pass through me like seductive music and fell under a spell of impromtu love. I gave him my heart and trusted every thing he said.
the seeds of his deceit were planted in my heart and turned to a cancerous lump that i could ignore. It didnt bloom yet.
we planned an outing. I waited in the hot blurry atmosphere that night, alone, teary-eyed, only to find out he couldn't even remember me over hanging out with his friends. the phone call burst the evil in my soul. i wasnt important to him. i was nothing to him.
a non-trusting...when i looked at him, all i could see was what i wanted to be in him, but wasnt. he was a liar. an apathetic fool who was making a fool out of me.
then my friend informed me of the worst news. he had a girl that he didnt tell me about.
i begged for the truth. he denied every stanza of what my friend said.
"it's easy for a guy to lie" my friend informed me, "when he knows an extra girl is in it for him"
I feel crushed and used and humliated. every moment i waste my eyesight on his putrid body makes me ill
and to think...my kind heart trusted him...
another callous for "beaten" xira. and "innocent" xira can say nothing. but "you shouldnt have"
Makes me temporarily feel like men are all decietful. then i wake up and realize that's ridculous.
only some of them are.