Covert

A beautiful mask,

to cover the lack of empathy.

I fell,

head over heels,

again and again.

Tumbling forward,

unable to see the truth

under that mask of manipulation.

I doubted myself,

when I should have been doubting you.

Gullible and vulnerable.

A fool for you.

Needlessly hurt,

at my own hand,

because you hid under the mask of beauty,

and I could not see,

how easily I could be freed.