Poem: Broken Promises

You promised me safety,  

swore you’d protect me from the dark,  

but it was your hands,  

your voice,  

that tore me apart.  

I was weak,  

barely holding on,  

a medical crisis pulling me under,   

you said it was for my good,  

but I know it was for your hunger.  

You were the one I loved,  

the one I gave my trust.  

But when I was at my lowest,  

you turned me into dust.  

You called it love,  

said it was care,  

but what kind of love leaves bruises  

in places I can’t even share?

You said I was crazy,  

possessed by demons I couldn’t see.  

But it was you all along—  

it was always you,  

breaking me.  

I can still feel the betrayal,  

the weight of your lies,  

as you whispered sweet nothings,  

while slipping off with other women  

behind my eyes.  

You cheated,  

you lied,  

then called me insane.  

Twisted the story so well,  

they took your side  

while I drowned in the blame.  

You turned our friends against me,  

made them believe your deceit.  

I was the broken one,  

the liar,  

the one who couldn’t see.  

But I see you now.    

Playing the part of a saint,  

while you fed on my pain,  

leaving me hollow and faint.  

I didn’t want to believe it,  

that you could be this cruel.  

But love isn’t love  

when it’s used like a tool.  

I’m alone now,  

with this truth like a scar,  

but I’ll carry it,  

I’ll survive it—  

even if you go too far.  

You vowed to protect me,  

but instead you tore me apart.  

And now I don’t know how to trust,  

because the one who broke me,

was the one I gave my heart.

- Giusiana