The mask that you wore lured me into thinking that you were the one – the only one.

You gave me flowers, lots of them, but they also had thorns in them.

Had I been careful, as to not ignore the signs, I would have spared myself form being hurt.  But you knew that, right!

You knew well enough to earn my trust, enter my heart and stab me in the back just when I had asked you to watch it in the dark.

For the daily prompt: Betrayed