I never thought it would come from you,
The one I trusted to see me through.
I shared my secrets, my hopes, my fears,
But now those memories bring only tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You were the closest, the one I believed,
But in the end, it was you who deceived.
I thought we were stronger, thought we were real,
But now I\u2019m left with wounds that won\u2019t heal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You smiled at me while hiding the knife,
And with one swift move, you shattered my life.
The betrayal cut deeper than I can explain,
Leaving me drowning in sorrow and pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I ask myself how I missed the signs,
How I let you cross so many lines.
I gave you my heart, I trusted your word,
But your actions spoke louder than anything I heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, I question everyone I meet,
Afraid that the pattern will repeat.
I\u2019m guarded, closed off, and unsure who to trust,
Because the hurt you left turned my heart to dust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I replay the moments, trying to see,
Where I went wrong, or why it was me.
But maybe it wasn\u2019t something I did,
Maybe it\u2019s just the truth you hid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still, it\u2019s hard to move past the sting,
When betrayal takes away everything.
But even though I\u2019m broken right now,
I know I\u2019ll heal, someday, somehow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ll rebuild myself, piece by piece,
And slowly, the pain will start to cease.
I\u2019ll learn to trust again, with time,
But for now, I\u2019m just healing from the climb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Betrayal hurts, it tears you apart,
But it won\u2019t forever control my heart.
One day, I\u2019ll rise, stronger and free,
And your betrayal will be a memory.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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