Betrayal rarely announces itself.
It arrives wrapped in affection,
hidden behind warm smiles,
gentle promises,
and eyes you once believed
would always look at you with love.
The cruelest deception
is not the lie that is spoken—
it is the love that was performed
so convincingly,
you never questioned
the face behind the mask.
In the end,
I did not lose my heart.
I lost the innocence
that believed
love could never wear
the face of betrayal.
But betrayal
never wrote the ending.
I did.
And I chose
to reclaim my life,
my peace,
and the woman
waiting beneath the mask.
Because the greatest revenge
was never becoming
what tried to destroy me.
It was remembering
who I was
before I handed someone else
the pen to my story.
Today,
I wear no disguise.
Only wisdom.
And that...
looks beautiful on me.
Slam poetry by Lucyalia
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