Betrayal

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PSA- this poem is solely defined by the perspective of the reader. You can interpret it in different ways; louis and harry perhaps ?? haha but i'm really proud of this so i thought i would leave it up to reader interpretation. enjoy!

Betrayal

Betrayal, [bih-trey-all], noun.
is the breaking or violation of a
presumptive contract, trust, or confidence.

An agreement gone wrong.
A sorry turned antonymic.
A hello turned into a goodbye.

A pinky promise, cherry on top, swear, swore
Never tell.

The first side glance strikes through you
With a slash of pain- a lightning strike
A comparable feeling.

The red message bubble drifting at a
Decreasing rate from ten to zero within
Seconds.

A small push that reeks mediocrity which only may
Tap your shoulder but somehow sends you
Hurdling into the ground with one touch.

You're stuck in a box that everyone has managed
To step outside of.

Left alone crying in agony with forceful, sharp
Hitching breaths.

You are tethered to a chain as everyone uses
Their strength to break free.
The extremity of their will terrifying
You, leaving you empty.

Your voice a small whisper compared
To the echoing, booming voices coming
From inside your head telling you that
Maybe it's your fault.

It's your fault, you caused this.
You being yourself has caused a displacement
Of a true bondage of grace and trust
Replaced with the gutting feeling of discomfort
And self hatred, and you can't look at yourself
In the mirror anymore or else the discomfort
Becomes reality outside of your mind.

You take one look at yourself and are utterly
Disgusted. The monotone appeal of your overall
Body structure fills you with regret leaving you
Obsessed with fixing whatever's not broken.

You tinker with every aspect of yourself but
Nothing changes. The old comfort has not yet
Returned and you are still in your own box.
But nothing can change because it's not
You that needs the fixing.

But when you can't toy with the problem

You toy with its attachments.
And the next closest thing to comfort
Is yourself.

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