deeper than words

like an incoming storm
the sky is gray full of unknowns.
a betrayal,
causing me to see you differently.
years of creating this picture of you,
a beautiful image,
in which many decisions were based on.
now distorted.
what was once clear,
now blurry.
I, now, not only have to adjust my actions but,
workout the perception of myself.
was I gullible to let you in?
am I the flaw?
chaos.