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
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PuisiA poetic diary of sorts. A collection of poems chronicling my depression, suicidal ideation, and my journey through therapy.
