his betrayal

deception
when it’s deliberate
is a source of everlasting pain;
wondering after it if you will be the same.
betrayal strikes us differently,
trust is lost in matters
of the heart,
how could you be naïve
defending him when you wouldn’t see
he was oh so subtle when telling tales to you;
saying he loved you ever dearly,
missing you every day,
just his way
but being your first love,
you were enamored by his ardor
never thinking that it was one of many lines
that he played out with other women,
it was with you that he
made his start.

Form: Triquain Swirl
The Triquain, created by me, is a poem with several creative variences
and can be a rhyming or non-rhyming verse.  The simpliest form is a poem made up of
7 lines with 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, and 3 syllables in this order. 

Triquain Swirl: a repetition of the Triquain string that is connected by a 3 syllable line as follows:
3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3... and so on.

Triquain and Triquain Swirls are always centered.

From: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/triquain.html

Poem written for: "Nikola's Ink Spot Poetry Contest"