Betrayal, like many things is a slow-growing, festering disease. One day it may be a simple lie, an act of painful disrespect. Betrayal always hurts the most when it comes from the people you love, ┬áthose that promise they will never hurt you. We tolerate more and more hurt, we nearly breakdown, because our love for people can be so great. These people justify their actions with simple apologies, or sometimes no words at all. Know that no matter how many times you have been hurt by people you love, knocked down by those you need to help pick you up, you are never alone. If you are out there, fighting, you are loved, even when life seems so dark. I’m still fighting and each time I get knocked down I will keep standing back up again, no matter how much it hurts.



Sometimes it latches onto my soul

and slow-growing like wildflowers

fills my life with beauty.

Other times it knocks me down,

a dizzy rush I cannot control.

I look to you to steady me.

Then the world stops.

You hold me, I can’t help but smile.

Your eyes fill the empty chambers

of my heart.

The warmth takes over with your

every touch.

I’m safe, I’m alive, I’m loved.