Jester

For all your pretty words
And charming vows
You let me go so easily
That I can't help
But ponder who
Was the inauthentic one
You assume I write
Solely about you and your
Misdirected deeds so
I grant you this verse
Simply to cleanse myself
Of your tainted gaze
And of a year spent
Labouring under
A misapprehension
That perhaps I was more
Than a jester
Fool that I was
For all your pretty words