i keep telling myself it’s not a big deal people fall in love people drift apart but it wasn’t supposed to be them not the two people i trusted not the two faces i looked at and thought, “they’ll never do that to me”
funny how betrayal doesn’t come with sirens no alarms just small silences a skipped message a weird glance a laugh that didn’t include me this time
and i wonder— when did they first look at each other like that? was it while i was talking? was it during one of those nights i was pouring my heart out to her and he was just… there?
she knew they both knew and still they smiled at me still asked how i was like they weren’t already pulling the knife out of my back to see how deep it went
i don’t even feel anger right now just emptiness like i’m standing outside my own life watching it fold in on itself quiet unimportant
maybe this is what it means to be forgotten not in absence but in plain sight to be looked at and not seen
i keep thinking i’ll cry but my body must’ve decided it’s not worth the water
and maybe it’s right maybe i’m just a chapter they skipped through a placeholder until they figured out what they really wanted
but god why did what they wanted have to be each other?
A poem about quiet betrayal—the kind that doesn’t explode, just unfolds in silence. Inspired by the slow unraveling of trust between three people, and the realization that being left behind sometimes hurts more when it’s done gently.