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Fragments of Trust – A Poetry Series

This is a collection of short, emotionally raw poems born from the aftermath of broken trust. Each piece is a fragment—of memory, pain, hesitation, and healing. For the ones who gave too much. For the ones who now flinch at softness. For the ones still learning how to trust again, starting with themselves.

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🤍 Fragments of Trust (17)

I wasn’t afraid of being hurt— I was afraid you’d mean it when you did.

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🤍 Fragments of Trust (16)

You never planned to stay. I was just the place you rested before leaving again.

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🖤 Fragments of Trust (15)

I don't hate them for what they did, I hate myself for letting them do it.

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🖤 Fragments of Trust (14)

I don’t hate them. I hate the part of me that still misses what I imagined they were.

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🖤 Fragments of Trust (13)

I let you in, even with shaking hands. But you didn’t knock things over. You burned the place down and left me in the ashes.

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🖤 Fragments of Trust (12)

You didn’t just leave. You left in a way that made me question if I was ever worth staying for.

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🖤 Fragments of Trust (11)

The cruelest part wasn’t the lie— it was how gently you told it.

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🩶 Fragments of Trust (10)

I kept forgiving their patterns, thinking it made me kind. But kindness doesn’t mean bleeding for people who keep handing you the knife.

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🩶 Fragments of Trust (9)

I stopped blaming them for breaking me— and started blaming myself for letting them close enough to do it.

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🩶 Fragments of Trust (8)

He said, “You’re safe with me.” So why did I feel like I was walking barefoot through broken glass?

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🩶 Fragments of Trust (7)

I want to trust again, but the last time I did, I had to stitch myself back together in silence.

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🩶 Fragments of Trust (6)

I flinch at “I’m not like them,” because they all said it right before proving they were.

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🩶 Fragments of Trust (5)

Trust died quietly— not with betrayal, but with the echo of “I understand,” followed by actions that didn’t.

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🩶 Fragments of Trust (4)

He swore I could lean on him, then moved just enough to watch me fall.

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🩶 Fragments of Trust (3)

I built walls out of my silence, stitched gates with doubt. Forgive me if I don’t let you in without bleeding.

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🩶 Fragments of Trust (2)

You said “trust me” like a promise, but it felt like a trap I had no choice but to fall into.