Knifed In My Back

Knifed In My Back

I trusted you with everything,

my heart laid bare, my soul exposed,

every word I spoke, a fragile gift,

every secret I held, a treasure you chose.

And yet, the knife was there,

hidden in your hand, unseen,

a twist of fate, a turn of heart,

the betrayal sharp, sudden, and keen.

I adored you in ways I cannot name,

I loved you beyond reason or measure,

and while I held you close,

you plotted quietly, without pressure.

The laughter we shared echoes hollow now,

every touch feels like fire on ice,

every memory is a thorned rose,

beautiful once, now cut with vice.

How could someone I held sacred

be the architect of my fall?

How could devotion turn so cruel,

how could I have believed it all?

I walk through the ruins of us,

each step echoing the pain you gave,

every glance at what we were

reminds me of the love I could not save.

I trusted you as the world trusted the sun,

as flowers trust the rain to come,

and yet, betrayal is colder than winter,

and love, when broken, leaves me numb.

I see your face in every shadow,

I hear your voice in every wind,

but I will not bow to the hurt,

I will rise, though torn and thinned.

Knifed in my back by the lover I adored,

I learn that even love can deceive,

that hearts can bleed in silence,

and faith can crumble if we believe.

Yet from this wound, a fire awakens,

a truth I cannot and will not hide,

that even when love betrays,

my own strength will not subside.