If I could turn back the hands of time
And erase you from my heart, I would,
If only to spare me
The wound of your betrayal.
You deserve a round of applause,
Your acting was perfect,
And I never would have suspected
How little you thought of me
Had fate not put me in the right place
At the right time
To see you show your ass.
I told you things in confidence
That you silently added to your arsenal
Until the day that you could
Use them to your advantage.
You are the reason that I can't give my trust away.
You are the reason I hesitate
To tell my secrets to anyone.
You are the reason
That I will never be your friend again.
You don't deserve me.
Dear former friend:
People are not puppets.
People are not disposable.
People may be garbage,
But they're still people,
And you shouldn't treat them
As anything less.
YOU ARE READING
furthermore
PoetryA poetic diary of sorts. A collection of poems chronicling my depression, suicidal ideation, and my journey through therapy.
