Betrayed

my devotion,
sold
like a cheap whore,
bathed in your filth
for a handful of silver,
discarded.

my words,
the lonely occupant
of a dusty
waste paper basket,
despised.

my heart,
a child's toy
forgotten,
now rotting
in the back
of a damp wardrobe.

my love,
a blemish
upon your perfect beauty,
a pestilence
upon your perfect life,
so easily exterminated
with cages
and traps
and your own secret poison,
liberally sprinkled
in all the places
that I try to live
the remains of my life
without you.