Starts with a K.

It feels like she never loved me.
Like it was all a lie.
All the memories I have,
cause me to die.
She never truly cared.
She never truly will.
It seems that she was just,
setting up the kill.
She did it perfectly.
That's what she did.
Put a sword through my heart.
With a glee so sordid.
I see her likeness.
And my heart starts to race.
My mind reigns it in with harshness,
as way to put it in it's place.
It dredges up the words,
remembered to the letter.
It lets my heart know,
She's off to something better.
Splendid game, executed well.
She accomplished her goal.
The one complaint arising,
comes from my hole.
It's where I ended up
after that fateful day.
I cannot climb out.
I do not know the way.
I sit here now,
with this being my word in a bottle.
I hope you avoid this pain.
It's called love, and it loves to throttle
the hearts and minds of man.