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Cassie love Aug 27
The only soul i trusted
With my secrets
Became the one
Who shattered them.
Can you truly call yourself my friend?
I don't think so .

You stabbed me -
And the deepest pain
Was never from the blade,
But from the  hand
That held the knife.

Your deception  built the walls
Of my bitterness.
I would rather drown in silence
Than speak my heart to you again.
Yes, you broke me-
But it's okay

Because everything circles back.
What goes around
Always returns.
And I’ve learned—
It’s far better to walk alone
Than to walk beside
A friend who speaks behind my back.
I understand that the pain of being betrayed by those we hold dear can be incredibly deep and distressing. It's heartbreaking to feel let down by the people we trust the most.
Indika Perera Jul 28
a beard hides the nakedness of the face
leaves cover the bareness of the branches
grass covers the planeness of the ground
but nothing covers the shame of your deeds
you came like a thief in the night
like a lion prowling for prey
evil and base were your intentions
sordid and heinous were your actions
with evil in your eyes and hatred in your heart
you lifted the dagger and brought it down hard
with one swift move, you killed the dream
you snuffed out the light and put it to sleep
Indika Perera Jul 28
my brothers, be vigilant
there is a traitor among us
a wolf in sheep's clothing
an assassin with a knife and a smile
he is biding his time
waiting patiently
for the opportune moment
to unleash his terror
be ever so watchful
he has come for blood
and until he gets it
he will not depart
find him you must
**** him out quick
throw him to the wolves
where he will perish
Indika Perera Jul 27
i was but fifteen
when you betrayed me
i was just blooming
when you snuffed out my flame

I had so much to live for
after hiding for two years
i thought i would be safe
but you brought death upon me

I was in love with Peter
he was in love with me
i was going to marry him
we were going to be happy

Margot was but eighteen
she hadn't lived her life
just like peter hadn't his
and i hadn’t mine

but you killed us all
but i don't hate you
because i've never hated
rather i feel sorry for you

you couldn't see the innocence
of our young childhood
you had to ***** it out
you had to see us dead

i feel sorry for you
you must have so much hatred
stored in your inner being
i truly feel sorry for you
Srishti Jul 13
When someone asked me:
“What did you
get from being
good?”
I said —
“Nothing.”

“What did you
get for being
quiet?”
I said —
“Guilt.”

“What did you
get by being
the elder?”
I said —
“Expectations.”

“What did you get
from being
innocent?”
I said —
“A title:
'Poor girl'.”

“What did you get
by helping
everyone?”
I said —
“Betrayal.”
It's said that Sometimes saying no is good. but what if you don't know how to say no.
Maria Jul 1
Hello, whom I'll never meet,
Never hear, never forget,
Never loose and never find,
Never spot and never mind.

Hello, who'll turn up in my dreams,
Who'll never let me to taste the pain,
Who'll never betray and never lie,
Who'll never depart without goodbye.

I take leave of you, my unknown one,
My unsearchable and remarked for none,
My unnamed and mythic for last,
But so endlessly and sweetly loved.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖
alex Jun 2
Was it the stars that doomed me?
Or your seraphic seeming face,
doe eyed with
soft rosy lips,
and a devilish grin-
Enough to make a man
forget about sin...

It was you who doomed me.
Falling can feel like flight
if your eyes are closed,
Were mine?

Our love felt
like a flame in the wind-
fierce yet fleeting,
doomed for destruction.

But my rose coloured glasses
soon broke,
and made me realise:
I was star crossed,
with a devil in disguise.
Maria Apr 22
I believe in you with every my cell,
With every atom of my body.
If they don’t believe in you, I don’t care.
I don’t care about anybody.

I believe you with all my wounded heart,
With every fiber of my soul.
I can warm up only when I’m with you.
Just let me be with you in whole.

I believe in you! I believe you!
You won’t forsake or betray.
When you’re nearby, I believe in myself.
I’ll pull through in my life anyway!
I wrote this for someone very important to me. Thanks to him, I often got up when it seemed impossible.
Thank you very much for reading it! 💖
You tell yourself you’ve moved on,
but I see it in your eyes.
You walk into strangers’ rooms,
looking for something of hers,
and you come out empty,
losing pieces of yourself
with every step you take.

You lie to your skin,
tell it she’s gone,
but your body knows the truth
it remembers the way her name felt
in your mouth,
how her hands fit into yours.

You’re hiding,
running from something you don’t want to face.
Go back to her.
It’s not too late.
Stop pretending you’re okay.
The truth is, you’re still standing at the door
you promised you’d leave behind.

Go back.
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