May 21
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Tell me..
who betrayed you?
Not a stranger,
never a stranger.
Strangers don’t get close enough
to wound that deep.
It was a relative,
with your blood in their mouth.
A friend,
with your secrets in their grip.
A lover,
whispering forever
while packing knives.
Or maybe
that one person you trusted
more than yourself.
Betrayal wears
a familiar face.
It always knows
exactly where to aim.
Tell me..
who betrayed you?
Not a stranger,
never a stranger.
Strangers don’t get close enough
to wound that deep.
It was a relative,
with your blood in their mouth.
A friend,
with your secrets in their grip.
A lover,
whispering forever
while packing knives.
Or maybe
that one person you trusted
more than yourself.
Betrayal wears
a familiar face.
It always knows
exactly where to aim.
This poem reframes betrayal not just as a wound, but as a moment of clarity, a harsh teacher that reveals the illusions we wrap around closeness. It reflects on the fragile line between trust and naivety, and the strength forged in the aftermath of pain.
