Short stories/poems

Manipulated

At first, we were happy, but the happiness wouldn't last long. Trapped in a dark place, I did the only thing I could think of. I left you.

I did it to protect you and you shut everyone out.

I tried to fix things but you became a jerk. You were mean to me with every chance you got. You avoided me like I was the plague and it hurt a lot. How could you? We were best friends once, how can that change so quickly?

You began to hate me. I gave you chance to let it all out and to patch things up, but you hurt me even more by saying you never want to talk to me. You said we weren't friends anymore. It seems silly to say out loud, the pain I felt was serious.

Tears from the heavens fell for the first time in years. HOW COULD SAY THAT? DID I HURT YOU THAT BAD? I cried in the arms of someone who listened. It was all for show, wasn't it? You never cared everything was a lie, you are the reason I want to die. The sweet nothings you whispered to me are now forgotten.

Tell me, did you believe the words that came out of your mouth or were you just trying to build me up so you could break me down?

The beautiful words you said to me made me feel amazing. I felt important like I had a purpose. The sad thing is, they were all lies just to manipulate the mind.

I forgave you but little did I know you just wanted to use me. It's like a game of cat and mouse, the roles keep switching.

From society's point of view, I'm a virgin. From yours, I'm a toy to be used and thrown away.

You say you love me then turn around and say that you want me for my body and nothing else. I loved you, but now I see I was blind. People like you are the reason I want to die. I thought I broke you. I thought that I was the monster who needed to be locked up and forgotten. Hahaha, the true monster is you. You said I was beautiful but you think I'm trash.

Tell me, did you believe the words that came out of your mouth or were you just trying to build me up so you could break me down?

The beautiful words you said to me made me feel amazing. I felt important like I had a purpose. The sad thing is, they were all lies just to manipulate the mind.

"You fucking broke me what do you expect my cope method to be? I did what any guy would do. I fucked, I drank, and I picked up the razor. As much as I tried to be a dick to push you away, I still love you," at least that's what you said.

I felt terrible yet you apologized and I forgave you. I asked the same and you said its ok. The next day I found out the truth, that I was nothing, and worthless to you. You broke the heart you put back together.

How is that ok? Do you even feel guilty? Did you hate me so much that the love you once felt turned into resentment? Or was this the plan all along? Convince me you loved me and then take my virginity? What next? Would you brag all to your friends saying, "I got the nerd to beg on her knees for me"?

All of these questions going through my head are questions that make me want to be dead. I'm not saying I'd beg, hell I had you wrapped around my finger you were so easy to mess with. A few touches and you were hypnotized. A few words and you my toy.

Tell me, did you believe the words that came out of your mouth, or were you just trying to build me up so you could break me down?

The beautiful words you said to me made me feel amazing. I felt important like I had a purpose. The sad thing is, they were all lies just to manipulate the mind.

(A/N: so this poem is actually pretty dear to me. It was actually inspired by a real person I know and when I read this to my friend, she loved it and she knows what I went through. I wanted to share it with you because I'm pretty proud of it too actually. I hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think. I encourage advice and please no hate. 

Edit: I looked back and read this again, so here's the thing I actually never loved this guy. He just did some things that did hurt me and would've hurt some other girl even more if they loved him. I still see him almost every day and it has gotten better, I don't really care about him at all. I still hope you enjoy this poem or whatever it is and have a nice day.)