Betrayal has always looked at me from familiar eyes so this is nothing new. Unexpected? Yes, it really was. 

But it was nothing new. 

In every phase of my life I have encountered a different form and way of getting disappointed after feeling like the disappointment. 

In every phase of my life I have felt confusing of why this single individual would put me through this all. 

Questioned motives and recollected every interaction for another slight mishap that might indicate more bad news. 

It has always been unexpected, but never new. 

The same story in a different font with a different outline. 

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, because it does. 

The feeling has just gotten so familiar that I get used to the situation before you get the time to get your story straight, because I know you’re lying. 

Yet it still hurts. 

As if I pick people forgetting that my story has been playing on repeat. 

Forgetting I’m giving them the same power I gave others. 

Until I’m completely helpless and shattered by the same story over and over again with no single drop of trust left in me.