Betrayed

You betrayed me once, big and heavy –
and then I betrayed you hundred times over.
But not because I wanted to, rather
because it was the right thing to do.
It felt right, it felt natural to
go to the deep end of things in a
desperate attempt to forget you
and erase the scar.
But the scar only got deeper and darker,
it did not heal, instead
it rot, like a dead body.