Firstly, I must say that this has been long coming. I do reward you on turning this open poem into a closed subject, but for now and forever, that is all you shall ever receive recognition for from me.

Secondly I must note God's tendency to make an epitome of my life to prove irony exists. Point being how never meeting Cyrus in the first place would have never lead me to realize my true potential and ability in the true art of manipulation. Ever since I've realized my ability to do so, I have been slowly nursing it. It has grown from a small, struggling skill into a roaring, formidable art. It is not to be confused with ability. No, it has evolved into much more than that.

But enough. I've been rambling...

Words cannot express the contempt I feel towards you at this moment. From the very beginning I could sense that you were openly naive and extraordinarily vulnerable. The female gender is usually a bit more suspect, but you were easy in such a sense that it appalled me. It was even more ludicrous that you brought this crashing down upon yourself. You screwed yourself in ways you could never comprehend.

I slipped up numerous times, and I'm surprised you never caught any of them. You say you noticed small acts of manipulation. I can honestly say that you have never picked up on a single goddamn thing.

So tell me, naivety. Do you realize your mistakes? Do you realize even a fraction of a grain of sand of pitfall after pitfall of destruction that you willingly leaped right into? Even now, after the final knots are being tied, in my mind I still chuckle at how easy this was. You handed me card after card. Trump after trump. Weapon after weapon. Unknowingly.

But I cannot take all the blame, naivety. Oh, no, this could've never been done by myself.

My friend of over a decade indirectly assisted me in this oh so insulting battle. Never would he have done anything to hurt you or anything. He probably didn't even notice his misdoings. But always remember that he shall forever and always remain on my side. Did you really think that your foolish dabbling could break or even dent such a strong connection of 12 years? What you told him came to me. Funnily enough, this was never intended to hurt you, but an attempt to let you down softly. However, now I really don't care if this whole thing drops you on your head. You are but an average being, and you must understand that you are dilly-dallying within the leagues the likes of which you could never comprehend. This is deep shit, naivety. You couldn't even skim the surface of it.

But I will not split this between two either. Quite an unexpected person played an equally huge factor in your decimation. And you know who he is.

His attempts to deliver you and his foolishness and own naivety in thinking that you would come to the light at the end of the tunnel was what tied it all together. I can assume that he definitely has no idea of what he has stumbled upon, for anyone even within a fraction of my league would not have so openly and stupidly given me such weapons. His constant underestimation proved yet another deciding factor in this situation.

I am prepared to lose a 'friend'.

And yet, after the plan had been completely conceived. After all the closing remarks had been written and the table set for victory, it was you.

You were the one who brought this upon yourself

You were the one that took a unity of 4 and returned it to shambles.

You were the one who abused your friendships and only found misgivings in return.

And it was you, naivety, who told the lie to tie the knot in such an efficient way that it made me feel as if maybe I never had to go through this whole process in the first place.

I can say that I feel dirty. I feel dirty for what I...nay, for what we did. And I feel dirty that I intruded upon someone else's territory. Unknowingly, thanks  to you. I feel dirty that I sacrificed my morals to satisfy my plans. I feel dirty that I even aligned myself with the likes of you after what I've learned in the past 9 hours.

How dare you not inform me?
How dare you insult my intelligence, integrity and dignity in such a way?
You made me a hypocrite in so many ways to myself that I feel that I will never come to terms with myself again in a truthful way as long as I live.

And to lie to such a valiant person in my life, nay, my soul? To attempt to desecrate ME?!

You sicken me in ways beyond word's explanation. The thought of what I did makes me want to throw up for more reasons than two.

I will alert you to the fact that your first piece of downfall was informing someone. And the someone you informed was MY main connection in all of this. How naive of you. But then you told such pitiful, such plot-holed, such critical lies that decimated any chances you had at a soft fall. Not only did you hurt my integrity by having me intrude, you attempted to take a blow on my ability?

But to go blabbing about the things that went on would be childish, infantile and synonymous with idiocy.

I don't have much else to say to you, and I can assure you that you have nothing to say to me. Don't bother calling, because if I pick up, it's nothing you want to hear. Don't have him talk to me, because it's falling on deaf ears. I trust my my connection with every ounce of trust I have, and based on what he's told me, you're nothing I want to deal with. Rest assured that he did not bad mouth you, but simply reiterated your words. And I believe him 100%. Nothing you say could ever make me think any differently of you. You are a trickster, a liar, a walking epitome of defamation, and I will not allow you to dirty me any further. Replying to this will only further give me reasons to ignore you.

I was going to give you a cloud to land on. Now you don't even deserve a bed of spikes. I have no remorse for you. No regret for anything said here.

You were playing with not fire, but a dangerous inferno. You did not get burned, you got scorched.

And who cares how long it takes the wounds to heal.