Betrayal may be so much less than most think.

It's not an action; but a passive void;

a lack of things anticipated and yearned for.
Such an empty feeling; suspicions of thoughts left un-relayed;
indications of feelings clashing; smashing; splitting apart.

Nothing happens here.

A no-man's-land of emotional sandstorms;
my heart is an abyss without someone else to soothe it.
A heart broken and misshapen when healed;
a soul yearning only to keep others satisfied.

Fat Man, Little Boy, and Odd Girl.

I can annihilate; I can hurt
so many that I love and want to help;
but the origination of so much destruction
lies inside a vessel so mere.