Not Your Keeper

Everything we shared in trust was broken down to useless dust.
I wasn't the newest but oldest news.
There were no sparks or mystery clues.
But I know more than I did then, you thought your lies would help you win.
So there's your prize my broken heart,
It's yours to keep you earned that part.
You wanted me and called me "keeper."
I hope you're proud, you were the reaper.
You only took the things you wanted,
Nothing less to me you flaunted.
Where are you now? I do not know, but bet your list of keepers grows.
There's probably one who thinks she's it,
But like I was she's full of shit!