Traitor

The traitor I have come to know,
I realize does not work slow.
The traitor I have found,
Hardly makes a sound.
The one I thought I could trust,
I realize now was just a bust.
I didn't realize until too late,
The traitor was opening up a gate.
The gate I speak of is one I thought
I could leave closed until sought.
This gate is like a flood gate,
un-opened until the right date.
But the traitor went and stole the key,
Now everything runs free.
This horid flood gate is of coarse,
The one that leads to what can feel like gorse.
The one who betrayed me,
Is in my opinion a tart,
That tart is my horid heart.