There was a time I thought you were sincere,
But masks you wore were all I couldn't hear.
Your gentle whispers led me to the grave,
Of friendship's trust, a bond I couldn't save.Manipulation was your quiet art,
A chessboard move, a fractured heart.
But now I see the person you became,
A shadow hiding underneath my name.
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Shattered Trust: Poems of Betrayal and Healing
RandomShattered Trust: Poems of Betrayal and Healing explores the complex emotional terrain of betrayal, deception, and grief in a visceral and impactful anthology of poetry. The anguish of a broken connection, where trust once flourished but has since fa...