To The Grave.

TRIGGER WARNING: The following poem contains mentions of blood and violence. Do not proceed if it makes you uncomfortable.

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Betrayal is one of those things that all of us have experienced in some fashion or another. What makes it worse is that it seldom comes from people you expect it to come from– it only ever comes from the closest of our circles. This poem isn’t a personal one, of course, but I really felt the urge to write this for some reason.

It’s obviously not a very happy read, but I hope you like this poem for what it is. Xx

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You said you’d take
All of my darkest secrets
Right to your grave,
Why, then did I wake
The sensational story
Slapped across the front page?

And now, the world knows,
My deepest fears,
My worst mistakes,
Your garb of anonymity,
Your concocted words,
Your blurred face.

Sweet words you utter
As you look in my eye,
Then you turn around
And stab me in the back,
I never really understood
Why you ever did that.

Then again,
I should’ve seen the signs,
The snide comments,
And your strained smiles,
My back turned
As you stabbed with a knife.

My blood spilled dark
Like my secrets across the floor,
It was no surprise,
But I wish it wasn’t so–
I wouldn’t have done this
If the secret was yours.

But hope is threadbare,
Unravelling with every touch,
I think about days long gone,
And I miss you so much;
For all the memories we made,
I wish you’d taken my secrets to the grave.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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