𝘌𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴 𝘖𝘧 𝘌𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

One.

Fragments Of Friendship.

In the echoes of laughter, our memories reside,
But shadows of sorrow linger, where truth and hurt collide.
You called it fiction, a tale of our past,
Yet in every line you wrote, I felt the sting cast.

You wore the mask of friendship, believing you cared,
Yet the words left unspoken, the silence we shared,
Left wounds in my spirit, a fracture unseen,
As you danced in the light, blind to what's between.

Hot and cold, like autumn's breeze,
Your affection felt fleeting, a puzzle, a tease.
You painted my heart with your brush of control,
Forgetting my essence, my hopes, my soul.

"You should leave him," you said with conviction,
But did you pause to ask, "What's your own depiction?"
Misunderstandings twisted, like vines around trees,
A friendship once cherished now choked by unease.

We traded our hurts, a delicate exchange,
Yet I carried the burden, the weight of your change.
Behind whispered words and stories you spun,
Lies hid in the shadows, and trust came undone.

You wrote of our battles, disguised as a play,
Yet the pain in those pages is mine to convey.
Each chapter you crafted, a twist of the knife,
In the silence between us, I questioned my life.

So here's to the echoes that linger and fade,
To the friend who thought kindness could never invade,
In the ruins of what we once held so dear,
I'm learning to find strength, to release all my fear.

With every line penned, I reclaim my own tale,
For the truth of my journey will no longer derail.
You may see me as fiction, a character lost,
But I'll rise from these ashes, no matter the cost.