To You....who was once my muse

I realize I mst thank you
The hollow emptiness and sad feelings of betrayal
Caused by yor vile behavior
Has increased my eloquence
My poetic tounge sharpened by my need to denounce you
Yet
I've come to understand that I dont even know you anymore
Its possible I never really did
But familiar Iam with the rest of your kind
Who dare call themselves women
You don't have a clue
As to
What being a woman is all about
Possesing none of the magic or the mystery
Harboring not an ounce of compassion or intensity
That real woman have at their disposal
and
These feelings that you speak of
I'D BET IT ALL
That you haven't felt anything
For quite some time now
You manufacture what ever emotion or reaction
you think will benifit you the most
Taking MANIPULATION to a whole new level
So I'm left to wonder
If you would still have so much hate and bitterness
Kept on ice in the freezer of your soul
If you knew how really very sorry I feel for you
and
The decrepid way you live
The life time of lies you live with every day
Add to the decay of your character
Whats left of it
I'm saddened by the fact
That you will never ever know
What TRUE FRIENDSHIP feels like
That kind of loyalty does not exist to you
You'll never know what its like
When eyes meet in silence
and
Its understood
What two people mean to each other
With no words needed
No false expanations or promises of devotion required
Because you just know
Pure true real friendship
Felt deep inside ones heart
Is where true beauty is born
Thats why beauty escapes you
On your decent into the mirror
You've hidden what beauty you had
Along with
Your intentions of deception
All of your misplaced morals and values
Your sense of right and wrong
and
You've forgotton the location
Thats what happenes
When you wear so many different faces
You know
The fallen traces
Of
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who
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you
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used
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to
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be