I gave you everything
my secrets, my fears,
the parts of me I barely knew.
I thought you held the same,
that we stood together in the dark.
But you turned my trust
into a blade that cut deep,
left me bleeding inside.
Did you ever really see me?
Or was I just a shadow you used?
The pain is not just yours
it’s the ache of my own blindness,
the foolishness of believing in trust
misplaced.
Now this raw hurt burns inside,
not just anger, but sadness
for trusting, for opening my heart.
I’m scared to get close again,
to lower the walls that guard this
brokenness.
The fear stays, heavy and loud,
whispering that maybe
I’m safer alone.
There is no quiet hope beneath this weight,
only the cold echo of hurt,
an endless sadness that fills the space
where trust used to live.
Greano Baron writes poetry that navigates desire, identity and the spaces between what is and what could be. Based in South Africa, they are drawn to themes of memory, longing and the quiet, often unspoken, struggles of the human heart.