BETRAYAL - More than BROKEN

It wasn't the betrayal itself that shattered me,
but the smiles that masked the hatred.
It was the deceit behind the love they wore,
and the realization that every shared laughter
was a facade for the knives they held.
It's not the betrayal itself that shattered me,
but how I let them unravel the secrets of my heart,
offering my vulnerability to their sight.
It really isn't the betrayal that shattered me—
it was the ease with which they daggered my heart,
with no regard for the friendship I once held sacred.
It was the innocence in their eyes,
and the cold truth: my heart was never worth
what I believed it to be.

©Mwila The Poet 2025
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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