#fragmentsoftrust

This is a collection of short, emotionally raw poems born from the aftermath of broken trust. Each piece is a fragment—of memory, pain, hesitation, and healing. For the ones who gave too much. For the ones who now flinch at softness. For the ones still learning how to trust again, starting with themselves.

I don’t flinch at knives anymore— just soft hands. They’re the ones that hurt the most.

I don’t hate them. I hate the part of me that still misses what I imagined they were.

I want to trust again, but the last time I did, I had to stitch myself back together in silence.

I wasn’t afraid of being hurt— I was afraid you’d mean it when you did.

You never planned to stay. I was just the place you rested before leaving again.

I don't hate them for what they did, I hate myself for letting them do it.

I let you in, even with shaking hands. But you didn’t knock things over. You burned the place down and left me in the ashes.