Every time you uncovered my vulnerability,
You exploited it, leaving me fragile and worn.
I thought your love was genuine, a shelter from the storm,
But it was just a ruse, a lie that left me torn.

I was just an object, a means to an end,
A disposable thing, used and discarded like a trend.
Your love was a facade, a clever disguise,
A manipulation that left me shattered, with tears in my eyes.

You wielded my weakness like a weapon, a sword to my heart,
Leaving me broken, a shadow of my former self, torn apart.