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I Will Never Trust Men Again

  • Writer: Author Honey Badger
    Author Honey Badger
  • Dec 27, 2025
  • 2 min read
A serene creek flows through a lush forest, framed by vibrant green trees on either side, with sunlight glistening off the gentle cascades.
A serene creek flows through a lush forest, framed by vibrant green trees on either side, with sunlight glistening off the gentle cascades.

I will never trust men again,


lines etched in the ground of my heart,


like scars from thunderous storms,


words whispered like secrets,


turning to dust with every promise broken.



I do not need men in my life,


the weight of their presence,


a burden too heavy for fragile faith,


shadows that darken the sunlight,


fading laughter into distant echoes.



I stand on my own, rooted,


in the garden of my choices,


flowers bloom without a hand


to lift their petals,


each stem nourished by my strength.



Family, a connection twisted,


blood ties do not bind the spirit,


every smile hides a story


woven with deception,


and I will not wear their chains.



Trust is a delicate thread,


once frayed, it cannot return


to its former elegance,


it unravels, unraveling me,


so I cut it loose, let it drift away.



I don't give a damn if they’re kin,


the ties that once felt warm


now suffocate in the silence,


echoes of words that never were,


leaving only the chill of absence.



Men stand in shadows,


their truths like mirages,


and I will not chase illusions


across the desert of my desires,


for I have learned to guard my heart.



I don’t need men to validate,


the world does not crumble


with their absence,


the dawn rises still,


unfurling colors I paint at will.



I trust but do not trust,


a contradiction, yes, but vital,


for in a world of masks,


the faces reveal no warmth,


only the cool sheen of deceit.



I do not find space for men,


the echoes of their voices fade,


for every word, a bitter taste,


and my heart has grown weary,


weary of the lies they carry.



All men are, are liars and abusers,


the lessons carved deep in my soul,


I gather strength from the ashes,


rising phoenix-like above the ruins,


where I plant the seeds of my own truth.



In solitude, I find my power,


in independence, I reclaim my peace,


I will walk this path alone,


but I will walk it true,


with every step, reborn, resilient.

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