Smoke and Mirrors

Your virtues. Are a lie. Manufactured.
By my. Disbelief. That you could be. Anything. But perfect.
 Gasping for breathe.
My screams go unheard. As I choke. Vomiting up all the 
lies. You shoved down my throat. With manipulations. And 
false tears. In one moment of clarity.

I opened up my eyes. And now I can see. For the first time.
 The mask behind which you hid you eyes is shattered. And I
 look into them for the first time unblinded.
Everything comes crashing down, As your true self is 
revealed. And I shudder to think. That I. Once lost. Myself
 in that gaze.

I open my hand. In which I thought contained your heart. 
And before my own disbelieving eyes.
The illusion is revealed. And all that remains is ashes and
 my own blood. It drips down my fingers and I taste it. 
Bitter and cold.
Curdled by the poison that taints everything from your 
tongue. I cut my wrists, And bleed. So that each drop may 
be cleansed. Purified. From you. You don't love me. You 
never did. You only loved. The affection you'd get. You 
don't love me.