#cheatedon
Ripped Open
She trusted.
She opened herself like a book,
page after page,
word after word,
and they tore her apart,
smiling while they did it.
They lied.
Every word a blade,
every promise a trap.
They said love,
but meant control.
They said care,
but meant cruelty.
She was used.
Dragged across the floor of their desires,
treated like nothing,
like a toy,
like she had no voice to scream with,
no skin to claim as her own.
She was cheated on.
And each betrayal carved deeper
into her chest,
into her mind,
into the part of her that wanted to trust.
They manipulated her,
twisted her thoughts,
made her doubt herself
even when she knew the truth.
And when she cried for justice,
the world turned its back.
She was assaulted.
Her body stolen,
her soul shaken,
her safety annihilated.
And the shame—oh, the shame—
was theirs to inflict,
but somehow she carried it too.
She feels broken.
Like glass crushed underfoot,
like fire doused before it can burn,
like she’s screaming
but the air won’t come.
Anger boils in her chest.
Rage she wants to throw at everyone
who ever touched her with lies,
who ever smiled while breaking her,
who ever whispered,
“You’ll never be enough.”
Her heart aches.
Her mind spins.
She’s tired of the pretending,
tired of swallowing tears,
tired of pretending she’s fine
when everything inside is screaming.
And yet—somewhere under the debris,
she breathes.
Somewhere under the rage and the pain,
she’s still here.
Still raw.
Still trembling.
Still alive.
But don’t tell her to forgive.
Don’t tell her to move on.
She isn’t done feeling.
She isn’t done fighting.
She isn’t done breaking down
and shoving herself back together
piece by shattered piece.
She is angry.
She is bleeding.
She is broken.
And for now,
that is enough.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
she disappeared into the shadows of the night,
skimming through the uproarious parties
like stone across the lake
until she sunk into
the gruesome arms
of another man
behind my sleeping back.
and there he was, pounding away
like some big dumb animal
at something I held sacred
as if bonds were meant to be broken
and boundaries were made permeable
and there she was,
taking it,
loving it,
enjoying it,
doing it to spite me
and knowing it would hurt.
and there I was, the last to know
in the dark circles of whispering
secrecy
it’s the all-too-familiar cycle
of passion and appetite;
swallowed by the underbelly of lust and
tormented by the foretaste of my presence
I can’t blame them,
I can’t blame myself,
it’s only nature
taking
its course.
and I can’t say this is written
about anyone specifically,
when it happened
far too many times.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
was it worth it?
were her lips as sweet as they seem?
as soft as mine?
did she give that little flutter in your heart that you get when you kiss me?
what about that smile afterwards?
was it as straight, and white, and pretty as you say mine is?
when you look me in the eyes and say you love me,
are you sure you’re not seeing her?
are you sure that you’re not in love with her?
apparently we both make you feel the same.
you see, my bestfriend told me to leave you.
leave you the same way you left me.
alone and clueless.
with no one to go to.
because the person i was supposed to depend on the most,
was kissing someone else.
why should i stay with someone who makes me feel anything less than whole?
i didn’t ask for it to happen like this.
or for it to happen at all.
i won’t ask anymore questions but one,
was it worth it?
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
A mask with a face that no one knew
But you
I let you see me
Be with me
Naked and scared I lie awake now
Your selfish words still robbing me
How?
And now you say that I am guilty
But I shared with you my reality
Everything I knew about myself at that time
But after time
You began slipping
Tripping
Falling into the cracks of your own mask
So I gotta ask
Was it the pressure of your own fears that broke you?
Because I was nothing but kind to you
There for you
When the rest of the world refused to be
And now that we
are nothing but strangers
*were nothing but strangers
Somehow your walls
= my mask?
Your fears
for my innocence?
I should no longer have to suffer
From your hesitance
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
Sunshine falls upon your auburn hair
As the sweat drips down your nose onto your shirt.
The light dances upon your wet skin as the cool water touches your tongue.
She looks at you with amazement in her eyes as if she’s found a prize.
Her emerald eyes glisten with fascination as your muscles clench with every move.
Her lips spread to call your name in hopes for a kiss.
The heat is not what is burning her skin, it’s the fire in her eyes as she looks at you.
Sunsets, storms, eclipses, and meteor showers are all phenomena’s of the world.
But you weren’t an object.
You were a feeling. An emotion. A physicality.
She didn’t know her heart was an acrobat until you danced on the tightrope with it.
Flight is something she use to fear but now craves it like an addict craves a fix.
You were her high.
Birds fly high in the sky but always come back down.
Not a day has gone by where I have hit the ground since I have met you.
A breath of fresh air I have taken.
Breathed in something that was so intoxicating.
Loved someone so deserving of love.
Gone to sleep with the desire of dreaming of the day when you are the first face I see in the morning and last as I fall into oblivion.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
I once loved a boy that didn't love me back.
I cared for him so much but it was never enough.
I fell for the way he made me feel and I fell for all the lies that seemed so real.
How could I be so dumb? He left me feeling.. numb.
I once loved a boy that didn't love me back.
I cared for him so much but it was never enough.
I fell for the endless kisses, and I fell for the tight hugs.
I fell for the way he'd look into my eyes and tell me I was enough.
I fell for the way he held me and the way he said he'd treat me.
I fell for a liar!
And I can't talk about it without my body feeling like it's on fire!
I can cry and I can scream but it won't change a thing!
I fell for a boy and now I'm hurt.
I thought I was a diamond.. I guess I'm just dirt.
And I keep telling myself to be strong..
But I remember him saying he wouldn't leave but now he's gone!
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
But if in separation,
you find yourself much stronger
than you've been with him,
separate.
It may not be a wise decision
to ruin your make up
for someone who
ruined your heart
ruthlessly.
But it would be so much wiser
to still go on with your life
so flawlessly
confidently
genuinely
happy.
For he may not be the one,
but know that
he is surely not a loss
when you finally come to realize
that he's gone.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
So word is u going around saying u used me and u cool with it!!!!! makes me question, what is loyalty?????? Boy I fed u, I bathe U, I housed U, I took care of U....boy....how dare U come to me with bad intention....then u up and leave me when I need U the most.....to add insult to injury U wanted me to **** our baby! U turned ur back in us....U failed me when I held u up................I hate U for that. U'd rather want someone like her. Someone loud like the **** we smoked, someone expensive like what drank every Friday and Saturday night. U and me in my house. U wanted someone easy, like it was so easy to whisper in my ear. U made me believe that U loved me. U lead me to believe that U was 100. I supported ur dreams and I cared about ur thoughts. I kept ur secrets, I never turned on u, and I never will. U lied to me and played ur girl. U took my heart and ripped it open for the world to see, now I am a angry poet.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
I never thought I would hurt this much.
the thought of loneliness is overpowering.
Because of you I'm Hurting
and because of you I cry
because of you i scream.
the pain of defeat is overwhelming.
the thought of you breaks my heart,
and the thought of you is sickening
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC