Broken Trust
I loved you like glass,
fragile, clear, unguarded.
I laid my cracks open
and you stepped on them anyway.
You wore a mask I believed,
smiled with the shape of tenderness,
while the truth hid in shadows
I never knew existed.
How could you take a broken heart
and still make me believe
it was safe to love?
I would have never hurt you—
I understood your pieces.
But you…
you knew mine,
and still shattered them.
Now I hold the shards,
sharp, real,
and I see you for what you were,
not what I wanted to see.
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