there is a silence after betrayal
that is louder than any scream
it is the empty room where trust once lived
now hollowed out by absence and doubt

she was the keeper of my fragments
the one who traced the jagged edges of my soul
and yet in the quiet turning away
she dismantled the sanctuary i thought we built

not with a shout but with stillness
not with rage but with retreat
a slow unweaving of everything that was sacred
like a thread pulled loose from a tapestry of us

i search for the moments that cracked
the fault lines invisible until collapse
wondering how love became a fracture
how faith became a ghost

and in that void, i confront the unbearable truth
that sometimes the deepest wounds are inflicted
not by the obvious blows
but by the hands that promised to heal

this pain is a dark ocean
vast and unknowable
where memories drift like wreckage
and the weight of what was lost
pulls me beneath the surface

yet even beneath this crushing tide
there is a flicker
a stubborn pulse
a fierce quiet that refuses to drown

for betrayal is not the end of me
it is the harsh crucible
through which i am forged anew
scarred, yes, but unbroken
still standing
still breathing
still reaching for light
in the ruins of what was