Cheating isn’t just a word

Cheating isn’t just a word—

It’s a wound that doesn’t show.

It’s the quiet breaking of something pure,

A trust that once used to glow.

It’s laughing while lying,

It’s love dipped in frost.

It’s kissing with secrets,

And never counting the cost.

It’s the eye that wanders,

The heart that hides,

The message deleted,

The truth that slides.

It’s saying “I love you”

While meaning “not quite,”

It’s calling them yours

Then sneaking off at night.

Cheating is easy—

Cowards find it sweet.

But it crushes the honest,

Knocks them off their feet.

It’s not just the bed,

Or the lips you kissed.

It’s the choice to betray,

It’s the trust you missed.

It’s the silence at dinner,

The shift in your tone.

It’s making them feel

More lonely than alone.

It’s the lie that snowballs

Until it’s too late,

The apology whispered

At the hands of fate.

It’s the mirror you dodge,

The guilt you drink,

The face in the dark

That won’t let you think.

And maybe you’ll win—

Get away, feel free.

But you can’t cheat yourself

For eternity.

Because it haunts, it sticks,

Like perfume on skin.

Cheating always

Eats from within.

So don’t call it simple,

Don’t laugh it away.

Cheating is poison

That sweetens decay.

And to the ones who were loyal,

Who gave all they could—

You didn’t deserve it.

You were misunderstood.

They cheated themselves

When they cheated you.

For real love is rare,

And fake love is cruel.

So heal, don’t chase,

Let the wound turn scar.

You deserve truth—

Exactly as you are.