Written by:

Zerayn D.

“We,” you said,
but there was never us,
only promises fading
into silence and dust.

It was never a mistake
to care for someone.
The cost of betrayal,
for being a coward
and not fighting for what you love and care,
is the greatest evil of love.
For love covers
a multitude of mishaps and errors,
yet some hearts still choose to run.

It’s not a loss,
yes, it’s clarity instead.
Still, it hurts to know
I was only used
for someone’s dream,
a role upon a stage,
where everything was fake,
a carefully written page.

Now the darkness I once saw
upon his face
was never a mistake,
it was all his fakery,
hidden beneath grace.

He created a drama
so they would pity him,
to cover up the truth:
he chickened out,
too afraid to swim.

He stabbed me from behind,
made me believe
he knew better,
that he was always right,
while I trusted him,
without a fight.

He wrote
to the other side of the world
that I may be an airhead,
that I’m emotionally unstable,
that I’m only average
at working with others,
painting lies for strangers
to believe over one another.

False hugs,
fake partnership,
that’s what this was all about.
I was fooled
more than twice,
until the truth
finally drowned out the doubt.

So when you said, “we,”
I believed, because I cared.
But there was never “us”,
only a story
one heart wrote,
while the other disappeared.