the bitter taste of betrayal

You lied. You fucking lied to my face. All those months we spent talking, building a connection, sharing our lives, it was all a facade. Behind my back, you were entangled with another girl, weaving a web of deceit and betrayal. Each time you claimed to be busy, each time you said you couldn't make time for me, it was all a lie. And now, here I am, shattered and broken, while you bask in the happiness you found with someone else.

I trusted you. I believed every word you said, hanging on to the hope that we had something real. But it was all smoke and mirrors, a cruel game played at my expense. How could you do this to me? How could you watch me invest my heart and soul into something that was never genuine?

The pain is overwhelming. It consumes me, gnawing at my core, leaving me gasping for air. I try to make sense of it all, to understand why you would inflict such anguish upon me. But there are no answers that can quell the storm raging within my heart.

I am left here, struggling to recover from the wreckage of our shattered connection. I am left with the bitter taste of betrayal, the bitter realization that I was nothing more than a disposable placeholder in your life. The nights are filled with tears and sleepless agony, as I wonder what I did wrong, how I failed to see through your lies.