Him
A Poem About Betrayal
The lie
Perpetuated
In the loving trust
Now shattered
How can I believe
With a broken heart
Unmended?
The death of trust
Is one not easily
Rectified
Or resurrected
A mistake
That time may never heal
A wound
Unable to knit together
The drugs
Are tearing us apart
The Enigma unsolved
A mystery
So sad
The ending of a story?
The fairy tale
Not happily ever after
Anymore
A dark cloud
Over the forest
As it burns
Will love quench the flames?
Will I learn to trust
Again
With a broken heart?
A second chance?
Why can't this be simple?
A question without an answer
Will I say goodbye?
I can't
I love him
About the Creator
Michelle Truman | Prose and Puns | Noyath Books
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. It was high time I started making Prose and Puns a priority, starting with Purple Poetry, Auqredis, and the World of Noyath.
Comments (1)
“The death of trust Is one not easily Rectified” Is such a true statement.