BROKEN

Love came swiftly and left as swiftly as it came;
I had no way of knowing, I trusted too much.
Chameleon that you were, you soon changed
from sparkling eyes of hope to a hopeless touch.

All I have left is laughter and rage; getting through
each day somehow by pretending not to care.
Laughter comes at the thought of your excuses
for broken promises, creative; and I so unaware.

Rage comes, not only toward you, but myself
for listening to every promise that you made.
In the heat of passion I accepted without question,
never believing that our love would ever fade.

You walked away with no regrets and left
broken promises lying about in your wake.
How very careless and how very cruel
to leave when you knew my heart would break.

Chameleon that you are, you may one day find
another love in yet another place and time.
One day I shall perhaps find someone who
will be so completely and truthfully mine .