May 22
Love and Betrayal
I gave you my heart like an unopened letter,
sealed with trust, with hope written neat.
You held it softly, or so I believed,
while hiding the storm beneath your feet.
Your smile was warm like a midsummer sunrise,
your words like rivers, gentle and wide.
But rivers can drown what they once carried,
and truth was the first thing that died.
I built us a home out of whispered forever,
each promise a brick, each kiss a flame.
Yet betrayal arrived like a thief in the midnight,
and left only ashes where once stood your name.
Still, love is strange—it does not surrender,
even when broken, it learns how to bend.
For though you betrayed what we could have become,
my heart will still heal, and begin again.
