#backstab
Blessed are the hearts,
that are pure, sweet, and naive
Who guard their innocence through hurdles of life
Not letting it be tainted,
Polluted,
Corrupted,
By manipulations and greed...
Blessed are the hearts
Whose sole indulgence are the joy of others,
Along, with, not alone
Withstand, not with temptations...
And yet curses,...
Cursed, or rather, condemned,
Condemed are those,...
Whose hearts are full of filths and self gratifications,
Who are ignorant on the sufferings of others,
In the name of "I'm jealous",
Of comfort, of ambitions,
Spitting nothing but contempt,
Showing different sides of one coin,
yet alone,
on one's face...
Them...
Shame...
For they would never know the beauty inside out,... nor peace,
nor true happiness...
Is it what you want little heart?...
Jan 15, 2024
Jan 15, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
she didn't
stab me in the back
the way that people
have in the past.
she looked me
right in my eyes
and stabbed me
in my chest.
she didn't
backstab me.
she stabbed me
mid-sentence, when
I was still talking and
still trusting her
and then she
watched me die.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC
once i was a hunter
now i"m the prey
surrounded by traitors
coloured with grey
filled with cries
even the rivers are salty here
i'm with dark allies
searching light with fear
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:25 AM UTC
You better stop it
Something unexpected
Might just end up injuring you
A press in a step
A footprint permanently stained
Might just end up with things railing off
You better stop it
Look what you’re doing to me
My drive is alluding your well being
You’re on my ***
Ready to backstab me
I’m not driving for revenge
You better rearrange your lane
Because if you don’t I’ll check you
You better stop it
Driving me crazy
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 9:26 AM UTC
Your lies have hurt , why do you talk sweetly to my face then turn around a spit them out with hate. Why do you pass around bad rumors like a mad note, if your trying to be funny well its a sad joke.
You hurt me but I did not see it until it was too late. I cut off the chain that connected us. I bought a ticket to fly away from your negative space. Then I will rinse myself with soap so your hate might just wash right away.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
i walked out crying and you didn’t go after me
i looked back hoping you’d come running
but you didn’t
you stayed sitting there and let me cry over you
why didn’t you try to help me?
it was your fault anyway.
it doesn’t matter
because i’ll be the one apologizing
while you make yourself the victim
because i was hurt.
because i was betrayed
because i was in pain
because i trusted you
you twisted the knife so far into me
and i didn’t even get to fight back
you always think you can trust the ones
that hurt you the most.
all i did was love you
i didn’t deserve this
I didn’t deserve to feel
like i don’t matter
i care too much about your opinion
you could make me up
and break me down
with one comment
maybe it’s because you’re the
only one i have left
or maybe it’s because you
gave me false hope that I’m worth something
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
_i know what love is
love is pain._
love is handing them the knife to slash at your chains
but hoping they
don't stab you in
the back.
***
love is disappointment
it is waiting up for messages never sent
hoping someone remembers
to remember you.
***
Love is a word over spent
very seldom meant
its the arrow of Cupid that kills you.
its an emotion that disappears
after it catches you unaware
its the want not the need that fills you
both elixir and poison
the apocalypse in the horizon
the fear of the loss that thrills you.
the walls not the bridges
the cuts not the stitches
the fire and the thirst that wills you.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
Friends are like bad days,
They seem to be fine most of the time,
Then they decide to
Stab you in the back
And ask you if your ok?
You seem pale,
As I bleed to death on the floor.
But it's alright, clearly they cared about my well being.
Stabbing me was for my own good.
It only nearly ruined the rest of my life.
But hey, what are bad friends for anyway?
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
One can never be friends with the devil.
Just as he smiles easily, he can toss
you in the oven.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
i’m a step latter.
i’m kept between your fridge and the wall and barely make appearances.
you only take me out when you need to reach the cereal from the top cupboard.
you only use me when you’re in need.
i guess i can say you rely on me...
in a way.
but you won’t let anyone else use me for fear of them getting hurt.
then you’d have to shave out some money for their hospital bill to fix what i did.
so after you’ve gotten your cereal, and the box is back in place, you shove me back between your fridge and the wall.
sometimes,
you forget i’m there completely.
you’ll use the counter instead to hoist up and grab a bag of chips.
and when you fall from trying to get down , you’ll run back to me,
“i should’ve come to you,” you’ll say.
but i know you’ll reclimb that counter when you don’t wanna use me.
you don’t have to flatter me.
i know you’re tired of me.
you need the space between your fridge and the wall for your new step latter.
it’s a better step latter, i’ll admit.
it doesn’t wobble when it unfolds.
it’s made of strong, shiny metal as opposed to my cracked plastic.
and when i’m hiding between the tree and a trash outside, i realize you didn’t want me.
you just needed something to stand on.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
she walked and wailed for miles, she screamed for help, but no one seems to be around.
what did she do wrong, she is always nice, always wanted to make them happy but it seems like nothing's being reciprocated.
the clouds above her head circles around,and the crows gawk at her.
what is wrong, no, what did she do wrong.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
just when i forgive you
just when i put our past behind
and remember how much you care
and how much you try
it hits like a slap to my face
why didn't i see it coming?
i yell
and blubber
and shriek vulgarities
but in the end, it won't matter
because this is you
and it happens
every
*******
time
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
My lips may be soft,
but the words they have for you are not.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
It stings to sit at a table with you
and know you are trying to pull my friends away
It stings to sit 3 feet away from you
and no one at the table is going to acknowledge me
It stings to think that you had my heart
and you threw it away for someone who dumped you after a week
It stings to look back on us and our good times
and realize I wasn't happy
It stings to know you still have a pull on my life
and I don't want you anywhere near me anymore
It stings so much
and you're still putting lemon in the hole you put in my back when you stabbed me
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
im surrounded by fake
i thought they were my friends
instead they took a knife
and stabbed me
not once,
not twice,
not three times,
multiple times
and yet I still
gave them a chance
every
single
time
- surrounded by fake
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
Look at your own
doorstep,
before wiping your
feet on others.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
Your tongue like daggers, splice the silken flume of my heart.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC
Ended off on a good note
At least thats what I thought
Still, you resorted to such means
Oh cleanse her soul, good lord
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
Some would call it a back stab,
I just call it a backtrack,
Every path that was once unseen,
Is now unearthed right in front of me,
I could say that I'm wrong,
I haven't always been strong,
But in my weakness,
I always bounce back like a reflex,
A metaphor of burning ashes giving birth to a Phoenix?,
But I'm still sleeping,
The giant still grows,
Nearly 24 and not a clue of where my future is going,
2 years, countless hours, spilling out my heart,
A piece of me is out there idle,
Waiting for a spark,
Somebody to notice,
But everybody has their own ideas, opinions and motives,
Square one wouldn't scare me if I had pushed so much,
Maybe I'll be proud if I suffer enough...
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
Growing up is realizing that most everyone never means what they say,
it's the proof that no one actually loves nor cares for you,
but the things you can provide them with and serve to them.
Growing up is seeing how complicated and mischievous the world really is in the reality we live,
it's noticing the pieces fitting together in a ****** off puzzle no one pays any mind to figure out,
wondering through streets and transparency of all whom fill them.
Growing up is publishing the truth and the mighty glory it with holds,
it's figuring out what no one really cares to perceive in honesty.
Growing up is having your heart broken by those who once promised to put it back together and never having them back as you thought it was before because, you see through it all, through than and the faults.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
i'm feeling empty
inside
like someone took an
ice cream scoop
and hollowed out my
stomach more easily than
sawing open and
gutting out a cantaloupe.
there's nothing in there
nothing where the seat
of my emotions
used to be
because when i'm alone
even the anger
dulls to the stab of a poorly
sharpened knife.
i've stood in the hot
white kitchen with the tall
metal countertops
some stiff sort of summer
breeze fluttering the
ineffective flypaper
stringing the low ceilings
and watched you
precisely section off a
watermelon.
but now i'm the one on that
hackneyed cutting board
and you don't even notice the
juice streaming to the edge.
my overactive mind
used to be a razor
slicing quickly
almost painlessly
but now it's just a dull
serrated edge scraping
along my slowly
ripping skin.
everyone sitting at
the dinner table
passing me around and
laughing as they sink
their forks into me
and you always wondered
why i avoided family
meals at all costs.
i'm being
eaten alive
like fruit
in the summer
and your only
concern is how
many slices you'll
get out of me
and whether or not
i was sweet enough.
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Who bled first?
Was it me
or you?
Does it even matter
which of us
stabbed the other first?
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
I do long to live
In the life I have
created in my mind
But as time passes
I wake up to reality
Stabbing my back
-Kaya
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
As the world heaves and crashes around you
Can you keep your feet?
Will you balance, as flexible as a willow
Or suffer painful defeat?
When the ground quakes
And you've got the shakes
From memories, so bittersweet
Can you keep your feet?
As the ocean roars
And dams leak
When hurricanes rage
And floorboards squeak
Can you keep your feet?
When others talk behind your back
Ambush with ferocious attack
Will you have the courage to speak?
Will you be able to keep your feet?
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC