August 2, 2009

• Betrayal

  It’s a bad taste in my mouth. It’s acid in my stomach.

  It hurts.

  When someone betrays me that crosses a line, I cut all ties. I don’t look back. I don’t forgive, and I don’t forget.

  It sounds harsh, but that’s life. When you think you can trust someone. When you think they have your back.

  Then this happens.

  I haven’t cried yet. Will I?

  I don’t know.

  Am I really a cold-hearted bitch? Do I really not feel like others feel? I guess if that’s all true, it’s circumstantial. I was raised this way.

  I guess this is what it feels like when you’re all alone in the world.

  • 4:58 pm
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