Betrayal is a numbness that chills your very veins;
it leaves your head in turmoil as it tears your soul apart.
The soft, dark contradictions form as questions in your mind
as you slowly, sadly grasp the illness capturing your heart.
Betrayal turns out all the lights that, in your spirits, glowed
and pulls the floor beneath your feet ‘til you crash on the ground.
The harshest pains are those which, from our deepest pleasures, spring;
pretended love is that which causes hatred most profound.
Don’t act as if we’re close if your intentions are to harm!
If you don’t like me, tell me! I’d forgive you sooner then.
All I ask is honesty; I’m sick of your deceit:
We’d part, and, in all likelihood we’d never meet again.
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