It's Showtime, Dear

I thought that you were my best,

But you turned bad, worse than the rest.

You loving me was a lie I told my heart,

You lied to me from the very start.

God sent to my life not colours, but a chamelion,

It's a mystery what I saw in you amongst a million.

You tossed away my heart in sorrowful scraps, 

How gullible my heart was that it fell into your traps.

You left my heart in cracks, but then sunshine entered in,

And I pulled myself out of darkness to see what lies within.

You cheated on me with every damn act,

And then you left me after taking all you could extract.

I gave you all of me but you used me as a bait,

Each of your blows hit my self respect straight.

You've lost all the respect which I once had,

But trusting you blindly was completely my bad.

But dear, see, now the tables have turned, 

You'll now see how your ambitions, right before you, are burned.

I will make you pay for each wound, each stab,

You'll realise my vengeance in one single tap.

I guess I may forgive you and grant you pardon,

But your deeds have made my heart harden.

Can your 'sorry' bring me back from those sleepless nights?

Can your 'sorry' return all tears I shed in all our fights?

Can your 'sorry' lie to me again and change what is true?

Can your 'sorry 'bring me back the friends I lost because of you ?

In these eyes I hold, you've fallen so low,

But no matter what you do, I'll continue to grow.

And the thing called "trust"? Oh! That's long gone,

You lost it the day you threw this "useless pawn".

You'll take back each word which you've said, 

You'll pay for each drop of tear I shed.

No more begging or pleading you to stay,

'Coz now it's hard for me to trust whatever you say.

No more blaming myself for each of your faults,

It's high time for me to requit you with all your assaults.

Finally I have found my way out,

Now it's your turn to know what my intentions are about.

Stand still and watch as it's my turn to play,

To all my words, watch yourself fall prey.

But for you now, it's showtime, dear.

When I fight no longer restricted by your love, without any fear.

You've had enough of roses,now the thorns are going to prick

You'll regret using me as your mere sidekick 

Not the best but I'll be your worst regret 

I may forgive you someday but I'll never forget.