The deepest wound came from where I valued most.
You told betrayal not with words, but with your silence.
The love I saw when you were near turned into a lie when you were far.

I waited, but you forgot who you were waiting for.
Pretending you never knew me is my greatest reproach.
You never felt obliged to apologize as much as you hurt me.

While my eyes filled with tears, I watched your indifference.
When I trusted you most, you stabbed me in the back.
The only thing I learned from you was disappointment.

My reproach is hidden in my silence; if anyone hears it, let them explain.
When you left, I realized it wasn’t my absence but your betrayal that hurt me.
I believed as much as I wanted, but in the end, I was deceived.

Your words say one thing, your actions another; which one should I believe?
It wasn’t the pain that wore me down, but the endless hope.
You taught me loneliness not with your presence but with your absence.
Betrayal is sometimes closest to you; it takes time to notice.
My heart is filled not with anger but with disappointment.
You never looked back; maybe that was the greatest reproach.
You hurt the one you loved most the most; will you answer for that?
I got tired of reproaching; maybe now I just don’t care anymore.