in a writing mood

your disappearing act
so hard to take
like a magician with a black hat
you just vanished behind the curtain
without a trace.
shame, disgust, guilt
this bad taste in my mouth
i can't seem to rinse away
it's your bitter goodbye.
non-existant commitments
"let's just keep it casual"
"i love you a little, i love you a lot"
saying what you needed
like some charmed spell
to get under my skin
one more time, one last time
one painful time for old time's sake
your little bag of tricks
never empty of your magic lies
leaving me wondering
how in the end i was fooled
by the man behind the curtain.