I can write books on betrayal,
So many times, I was betrayed.
My trust was stretched thin,
Until it snapped
Covering my frail and tender body
With veil, knitted from scars
It knows my name.
Savours it, like the exotic delicacy.
Bubbling beneath the skin;
Calling me, wanting me, degrading me
From outside and within.
Teaching me to tolerate enemies,
Forsaking dreams of friendship.
Though, I’ll get gutted as many times as I must,
To find the one person in whom I can trust.