Backstabbed

Honesty is rare to find

A trait that no longer exists

The reciprocation is expected

But never given

Nothing to hide

A relationship so pure

Until a sharp pain is felt in your back

You fall to the ground

The knife next to your face

A struggle to get up

Thoughts of who destroying your mind

Thoughts of why you're trying to find

In the reflection is a figure

Barely able to make it out

You soon realize the person who stabbed you

Is the lone soul

You thought you couldn't live without

Reviews

[GreenEyedPoet]

Seems like the ones we love are always the ones who hurt us the most..
Nice piece.

[Jamestown]

This happens all the time, sad but true, your writing style is very fluent, I must say
I will be keeping my eye on your work thanks for sharing.