I realized letting you go

wasn't as easy;

guilt consumed my

internal organs,

killing me softly

with its chaos-laden songs.

Both of you were two

warring rivals

in a virtual battlefield;

observe now the consequences

of your actions.

People spat on me

for letting a pot of gold

slip away into the night;

to let the Cinderella

walk away from the castle

with no glass slipper

left behind

to be kept as the final memory.

You were so easy to be fooled;

love was a false hope,

promising you nothing

but the worst.

And so, I realized

I was the devil

inside your heaven.