Betrayal. It's an 8 letter word that feels like you were socked in the stomach. It's the word that makes you feel like you just threw up; it's a torrent of self hate, anguish, and broken butterflies. It's the word that makes you question yourself. It's the word that makes you feel like you're on a to-do list, with a "hurt her!" Written by your name and circled twice with a red pen. It hurts because someone took the purest form of love and threw it back in your face like acid, hoping your face would turn twisted.
I felt my trust, that thin feeble thing, snap. And inside me I felt a ripening. A rotting. Something pure in me was dying and I let it.
