You changed for certain, after the curtain was pulled
you deceived me with your foul game play.
And for what?!?  The mere pleasure of doing so. You chalked up another notch and put another point on your ego.

You used me for what you wanted, and used all your sisters grief
to justify your uncanny ways to deceit, the innocence of my spiritual well being. I was so confused I thought I wronged and dropped to
my knees crying and pleading.

I was mesmerized by the outer beauty. How did I know that's where it ended.  At what point did I stand out my window, and shouted "I wish to be defriended"?

Your tongue is a poisoned tip dart that looks so dainty and frail. 'Til the poison sets in and then it burns like hell.  I hate you for what you represent and your mere existence is almost bothersome,
in all its entirety.
How did I let you do this? Like I left open this vulnerable side of me.  Why do I wake up to stare at these empty sheets that seem filthy.  I'm punishing myself like I did something wrong, but never once was I guilty.

I apologize to my former self.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You, who was full of life and ambitions and a tad naive.
Now your left scarred never to know true love again.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Before we were lovers, we were best friends.