Betrayal is a wound that bleeds, leaving scars on the soul. When trust is broken, the world crumbles, and every glance can feel like an accusation. This collection of poems is an attempt to understand the pain, disappointment, and complex feelings associated with female infidelity. There is no judgment here, only the echo of broken hearts and the search for answers in the labyrinth of human relationships. Each word is a reflection of the experience, an attempt to understand what lies behind the mask of lies and betrayal.<\/p>\n
\nEyes that yesterday shone with love, Today hide a cold fog. In her words I hear someone else's renewal, And my heart sinks into wounds.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWhisper of Midnight<\/h2>\n
\nBeneath the stars that whisper their secrets, Her heart has gone to another, forgotten. Only the wind carries the echo of love, Which has become but a shadow, a sweet deception. The moon watches silently, without words, As a world built on lies crumbles. She chooses her new cloak, Leaving in her soul only bitter dreams.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFragments of yesterday<\/h2>\n
\nThe smile that once warmed, Now only cold ice. My soul became empty when I found out - it\u2019s not the one.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nLabyrinth of Alien Hands<\/h2>\n
\nHer skin remembers touches that, alas, do not belong to me. Her eyes hold alien shadows, and I am lost in this darkness. She sought something in the distance, in embraces that gave passion. But she lost her bright path, and all that remains for me is this power.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEcho of the unspoken<\/h2>\n
\nHer silence is like a sentence, where there is not a word of justification. Everything that came before is shattered, only pain and bitter confession.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe smell of someone else's perfume<\/h2>\n
\nOn her silk is not my scent, foreign, intoxicating, but so foreign. And each breath is like a new poison that penetrates my mind. She does not see my suffering, captive to illusions, in a sweet dream. Her soul, tired of waiting, found itself in those embraces.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFootprints in the sand<\/h2>\n
\nI left a mark where I shouldn't have, And I can't turn it back. Now my soul is alone, And it searches for its sunset in the past.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nCrack in the mirror<\/h2>\n
\nOnce upon a time, in the same mirror, we saw our love. Now it's cracked, and reflects only misfortune. She looked into the distance, seeking happiness, a new light. But she lost her own, and I was left without her.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSilent reproach<\/h2>\n
\nThere's a silent question in her eyes, Why am I here when she's not here? And my heart is in pieces, From this pain, from these troubles.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWhispers of other people's vows<\/h2>\n
\nHer ears heard words that weren't addressed to me. And every whisper, like grass, that burned our souls. She believed in dreams that another, a stranger, gave her. And she lost her features, becoming part of a world that wasn't mine.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe Lost Compass<\/h2>\n
\nMy compass has gone, my path has lost its way, When I found out she's not the one. And I can't turn back, Because everything around is one dream.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nPollen from other flowers<\/h2>\n
\nHer breath holds the scent of foreign, distant roses. And every sigh is like granite, crushing a heart full of thunder. She sought a new paradise, in embraces that gave passion. But she lost her own, and all that was left for me was misfortune.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nCooled fire<\/h2>\n
\nThe fire in her eyes died, replaced by a strange cold. And I was left without embellishment, with a broken heart, very angry.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nShadow at sunset<\/h2>\n
\nHer shadow flickers in the distance, With another that dawn gives her. And I watch as the ships Disappear into the sea, without a trace. She has found her new shore, Where I am not, where the past is not. And I am left, like a broom, Without a purpose, without anything familiar.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSplit Echo<\/h2>\n
\nThe echo of her laughter sounds, But with a different, alien voice. And my heart screams, From this pain, from this lie.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Betrayal is a wound that bleeds, leaving scars on the soul. When trust is broken, the world crumbles, and every glance can seem<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-173592","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173592","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=173592"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173592\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":173870,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173592\/revisions\/173870"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=173592"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=173592"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=173592"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}