betrayal is a beautiful thing

it hurts like there’s no tomorrow 

it tears trust apart

everyone always 

gives idiotic excuses for it

or believes the fairy tale that 

i’m sorry makes everything

suddenly okay

and sometimes

it comes so unexpectedly

it causes you to fall

and the air to disappear 

from your lungs

betrayal has become a physical thing

in the eyes of the world

uncontrollable

inevitable

constant

something that happens to someone

not the act of

what someone did

not the act of breaking trust

something like a drug

intoxicating

like a powerful substance 

that changes who you are 

but it’s nothing more than

something you do

sometimes driven from fear

boredom

annoyance

need

or anything really 

betrayal is beautifully horrible