Worst of all

I dreamt that I disappeared.
You simply stood and watched as they took me into the darkness.
You knew all too well what they were going to do to me.
What was going to happen, but you turned away.
Turned your back on me, and everything you made me believe we were.
You often told me you were a bad guy, you kept warning me, but I didn’t listen.
I knew you were lying, because you were too good to be as bad as you tried to make me think.
I guess I was wrong.
You were right when you said not to trust you.
I just refused to believe you would hurt me.
You hurt me though, more than those men in that truck did.
You betrayed me, and broke my heart.
Not even the knowledge of a tortured death hurts worse than what you did to me.
Yet, worst of all,
I still love you.