Month: October 2024

I knew it in the quiet, in the space you left behind,
The unused train ticket, folded, in your pocket I did find.
The outbound journey, a path you had to take,
But the return untouched—an unspoken mistake.

The station’s clock ticked on, as if it always knew,
You’d found another place, somewhere far from true.
The tracks still hum beneath the wheels of broken trust,
Yet your silence lingered longer than the rust.

I asked for the story, but you gave me only air,
And in that empty hand, I found a different fare.
The proof wasn’t in words or the cold, fading light,
But in that ticket, left behind on the endless night.

You asked me for a favor,
A little lie, a harmless task,
I thought I was your anchor,
Not a tool behind your mask.

You turned my trust into a bridge,
That led you to her secret door,
Now every step feels like a ridge,
Between what we had before.

I played the fool, I held the strings,
Unwittingly, I pulled them tight,
While you danced in hidden rings,
Casting shadows on our light.

You used my hands to build your lies,
But it’s my heart that paid the toll,
I feel the weight behind your eyes,
As if you took a piece of soul.

No longer blind, I see the game,
The roles you cast, the parts we play,
But now I won’t be part of shame
You cheated us, and lost the way.

She broke my heart with a careless lie,
Love once pure now left to die.
In her arms, another she found,
While I stood still, shattered, bound.

I gave her trust, my soul laid bare,
But she chose deceit, an empty stare.
With every kiss she gave away,
A piece of me began to fray.

Her words, once sweet, now taste of spite,
In another’s touch, she found delight.
A hollow ache, I can’t erase,
A bitter love, a twisted place.

She thought she’d hide beneath her smile,
But truth revealed in just a while.
I hate her now, for what she chose,
For love’s betrayal, and all it shows.

Another woman stole her heart,
But it was her lie that tore us apart.

You came to me with your heart in two hands,
I held it, tender, trusting, blind to the strands
That frayed behind your smile, behind your eyes,
Where truth hid beneath the sweetest lies.

I loved you whole, or so I thought,
But in your mind, my love was caught
In webs of doubt you spun so tight—
You said I never saw you right.

And her, this woman you let in,
A stranger to my skin, my sin,
Now wrapped around your whispered name,
Leaving me broken, burned, ashamed.

You said I couldn’t understand,
As if your love was sleight of hand,
As if my heart was small, naïve,
Too simple to believe, receive.

But no, it’s not your love I fear,
It’s not your truth that draws my tear—
It’s how you turned your back on us,
And buried trust beneath the dust.

I rage, I mourn, I break, I burn,
Watching as the tables turn,
And while you speak of love so wide,
You cut me out, you choose to hide.

So blame me for not knowing you,
For loving all I thought was true,
But don’t pretend my heart was small—
You shattered it with no love at all.

I knew you were cheating when you hid your light,
That online glow that burned so bright.
Once, it danced beside your name,
Now it’s vanished, gone, a game.

No “last seen,” no little green,
No digital trace of where you’d been.
You thought it subtle, clever, sly,
But silence speaks, and so do I.

Each hidden moment, each quiet space,
Showed me the truth you tried to erase.
Behind the screen, behind the lie—
I saw it all, though you didn’t try.

So now I know, without a doubt,
That trust you gave, you took back out.
A love that’s true, it doesn’t hide—
But yours went dark, and so I cried.

You never brought me home,
kept me in shadows, alone,
where whispers stayed between us two,
a secret you were scared to show.

You spoke of love, I felt its trace,
but shame wore heavy on your face.
I lingered like a ghost at night,
too bright for rooms you kept from sight.

In crowded spaces, I’d pretend
to be a stranger, not a friend.
The silence grew, it stung, it spread—
a love you kept, but left for dead.

And though you feared what they might say,
I faded when you turned away.
Was I the secret you denied,
or just the truth you couldn’t hide?