I used to look up to you. I trusted in you more than anyone.
I thought I knew you...not long ago you told me if I ever needed you that I could always call, funny enough, the old you is the exact type of person I would've called about this. After all, I really didn't have anyone else because I thought I didn't need them, because you told me I didn't need them.
Now I'm going to live my life as though I never even met you.
Like you didn't ruin the lives of those you were closest to.
Little did I know you would be the hardest person to forgive. And remember what I said the last time I saw you, "You can forgive someone and never want to see them again."
You can forgive and decide not to forget, because being guarded against the cause of your hurt is only natural, expected even, so I may forgive, but I will never forget. Because you, old friend, turned out to be the catalyst of ruin for everyone I used to know.
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Inner Space
PoetryA collection of short thoughts and ideas. First piece of writing by an aspiring writer. A place I can call my own...
