the illusionist
you were my true blue soul friend
we had a bond deeper than any I had known before
we laughed and cried
we shared our secrets
i trusted you with the deepest parts of my heart
led you through tunnels I was too afraid to show anyone else
and I thought I knew yours
but it turns out,
it was all an elegantly crafted illusion
you were the magician who faded off the stage at the end of the show
and I was the fool in the audience
duped into belive your tricks were reality
This poem is about:
Me