Betrayed

I did not see it coming, your quiet betrayal. I did not hear the mumbling of your quiet betrayal.

I did not know you weren’t my friend. You only pretended to be.

I did not see you pull out your knife just before you stabbed me. I did not see your bloody smile after you’d done your deed.

I did not see the small sprout come up after you’d planted the seed.

 I did not know the pain I’d feel coming from my back. I did not see the damage done before my heart collapsed.