olivergreenwood19

FUCK YOU

We are not friends.  

My trust in you has been broken.  

Your words are but letters,  

a shadow of lies and deceit shadowing them.   

No sentence paragraph or novel can remedy that,   

because your actions spoke the truth.  

Those very actions that ran your knife into my back.  

The actions that made your mask fall off.  

The action you knew would hurt me but was taken anyway.   

No we are not friends.  

Yet we are not enemies.  

Because the saddest part about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.  

It never comes from the person you hate most.  

Besides hating is too good for you.  

Hating  gives you too much power.  

Hating you would keep me trapped in the toxic waste you have enveloped my life in.   

We are not friends.    

We are not enemies.  

We are merely strangers with memories. 

Comments5

  • dtyrrell145

    this is so beautiful, you expressed your thoughts so vividly x

  • dusk arising

    Good unpretentious writing.. no waffle, succinct. Gutsy.

  • Candlewitch

    hello,

    I can well relate to this piece. much wisdom here! an eloquent write!

    *hugs, Cat

  • Alex Howell

    I really like this poem. I was drawn to this because of the title. I agree betrayal is bad and it is hard to mend.

  • FredPeyer

    See what a title can do? It brings in a lot of readers!
    And it was worth reading!
    Love that last line!



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