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I Hope It Haunts You – A Powerful Betrayal Poem by Khusshh

Betrayal doesn't just hurt—it transforms. This isn’t a poem about loss. It’s a poem about facing the fire and walking out of it stronger. It’s for those who’ve been broken, discarded, or lied to—and are still here. This one is for you.

I hope the silence chokes you now,  
The kind you gave to me,  
When I begged for truth you buried deep,  
Then left so casually.  

I hope you see me in your sleep,  
Not whole, but torn apart.  
The version of me you destroyed  
When you played with what was heart.  

You took my trust like stolen gold,  
Then laughed behind closed doors.  
You loved me just enough to keep  
Me begging you for more.  

I wasn’t perfect, never claimed,  
But I was real, and that was rare.  
You were just a mask with lips,  
And eyes too dead to care.  

You said, “I didn’t mean to hurt,”  
But you meant every delay.  
You meant to lie, you meant to hide,  
You meant to walk away.  

So no, I don’t forgive you now.  
And no, I’m not the same.  
You turned my soul into a tomb  
And filled it with your name.  

But here’s the part you didn’t plan,  
The ending you can’t own:  
I rose from ash you left me in,  
And built myself alone.  

So thank you for the ruin,  
The silence, and the sting.  
You taught me I survive the worst,  
And now I fear nothing.

💬 Vocabulary & Themes

• Betrayal – Deep emotional betrayal and broken trust.
• Survival – Rising from pain and becoming stronger.
• Transformation – Moving from heartbreak to inner power.
• Closure – Not needing the betrayer's apology to heal.

✨ Outro

This poem expresses not only the pain of betrayal but the fierce growth that follows. It’s not about revenge—it’s about reclaiming power, rebuilding self-worth, and recognizing that survival is victory. “I Hope It Haunts You” speaks to every soul that rose despite being broken.

🔖 Special Phrases

• “You turned my soul into a tomb and filled it with your name”
• “I rose from ash you left me in and built myself alone”
• “You were just a mask with lips, and eyes too dead to care”

✍️ Written By

Khusshh – A writer who crafts emotion into power, pain into poetry. Follow more of Khusshh’s work on ThePoetyfy.