One Thousand Betrayals
Betrayal is our picture, face down in a drawer.
It's my Facebook page, with no trace of you.
It's your name on my lips in a stranger's bed.
It's the bad choices we've made,
it's what we do.
Betrayal is the 29th day of April.
It's that fear that sent you running far away.
It's the shattered pieces of every single
promise that you broke.
It's the keys you left after you swore to stay.
Betrayal is your phone and all your secrets.
It's a safety measure, never give love your all.
It's your need for validation, it's ego, it's fear.
It's your foolish pride, it'll go when you fall.
Betrayal is my old house on the corner.
It's pulling you
down
while I
fall
into
madness
Betrayal is the match I lit blowing up my life.
It's the reckless, restless ways
we run from sadness.
Betrayal is the last letter you wrote me.
It's a binder full of prettily worded lies.
It's building me up, knowing
You'll knock me right back down.
It's the cold, unfeeling ice in your blue eyes.
Betrayal is the longest day without you.
It's another sleepless night all alone.
You used to wake me from my nightmares.
Betrayal is my heart turning to stone.
Betrayal is a dirt road in the desert.
It's my name on your lips in a stranger's bed.
It's our passions colliding
in the backseat of my car.
It's my fear you'd feel relief if I was dead...
Betrayal is a shot of cinnamon whiskey.
It's fanning flames never meant to burn.
It's being left to clean a mess
I didn't make alone.
It's my own damn fault, I never fucking learn.
Betrayal is that empty house we'd visit.
It's pushing too far past your comfort zone.
It's my legs around your waist,
it's your mouth fused to mine.
It's a Texas girl with no demons of her own.
Betrayal is the way I felt protected.
It's the trust I blindly gave you like a fool.
It's the secrets that I told you
in the middle of the night.
It's the ugly way we both tend to get cruel.
Betrayal is planning for the future.
You made it crystal clear just where I stand.
It's forbidden lust awakened then abandoned.
It's a one way ticket to Texas in your hand.
Betrayal is a frozen margarita.
It's a party, a river, a cookout, it's all so fun.
It's my makeup, it's your cat shirts,
it's our phony plastic smiles.
It's the hateful, ungrateful ways
we're both searching for numb.
Betrayal is a vow made on a cell phone.
It's a snapchat sent, hoping you'll come back.
It's sitting around waiting for a call
that doesn't come.
It's the passive aggressive ways we both attack.
Betrayal is a promise of forever.
It's the ghost of your hand
sliding up my thigh.
Betrayal's what we give,
it's how we've always lived.
We'll betray the ones who love us
until we die.