The Art of Betrayal

Walking hand in hand,

I watch as the rows of endless buildings pass us by,

As we stand frozen in time.

I hear your heart racing and pounding against your chest,

In sync with the pulsing veins in your hand.

You sigh as my heart beats faster to catch up with yours. 

 

In this moment,

It feels as if the world is slipping between our fingers.

I take in our surroundings and come to a realization.

Nothing is permanent.

The bricks in buildings have cracks

And could fall to the ground in an earthquake.

 

The foundations we are built upon

Will deteriorate with a flood of tears,

Stolen hearts,

And too many whirlwind apologies.

 

Forgiveness walks hand in hand

With betrayal.

Two opposites,

Yet they seem so perfect for each other

Except in the eyes of those in the windows of buildings theypass.

 

They’ve neglected the betrayal,

And have given forgiveness,

But who will be there to pick up the crumbled pieces

When the building comes crashing down?

 

In this moment,

It feels as if the world is slipping between our fingers.

I take in our surroundings and come to another realization.

Nothing is permanent,

Except my love for you.

I take a deep breath,

And walking hand in hand,

I hold on tighter.

 

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