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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