You hurt me.
I thought we were best buds.
I thought your children would spend the night at my house to play with my children as we sat back on the couch having movie night like the good old times.
Our husbands would be out barbecuing or on a fishing trip.
But that's where I think things fell. Realization is a bitch.
As are you.
But I mean that in a nice way.
Never could I have thought I'd be wasting my time on you.
You're toxic and in love with yourself.
It hurts.
I was there for you when he called you names and when he made you cry but when I cry you just blankly stare.
It's ok tho.
It's ok now.
I'm leaving you behind.
I thought we could have been best buds.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is for when the original is not enough or satisfing. When change is wanted. When the finished product is not up to their standards. When your told to not be you. You can only be you not anyone else cause everybody else is already taken. And som...
