When Trust Dies Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

A friend may share your table, yet still hunger for your downfall.
Betrayal rarely comes from strangers; it wears the face of trust.
The deepest wounds are not made by enemies, but by those we disarmed with love.
Trust is a bridge; betrayal is the hand that quietly removes its planks.
Some friendships end not with goodbye, but with the revelation of truth.
Forgiveness may heal the wound, but it need not rebuild the bridge.
When loyalty becomes a lesson, silence becomes wisdom.
And when trust dies, remember: you lost a friend, not yourself.