Placebo

What was meant to be a cure
For a broken heart turned out to be
Little more than a sugar pill,
Blind faith taken for a ride.

Turns out naught was as it seemed
In your tawdry token web
Ringed with phantoms of obsession
Talking trash, singing hope.

And I believed you.
Bad mistake.
Yours was not a random cure.
Taunting me with your placebo
As the knife turned in your hand.

Now I see you in the light
And the question begs to ask.
Can a heart that’s broken twice
Find the strength to carry on?

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