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you are nothing BUT a memory.

 

Go ahead, leave, the door has been wide open for many months now.

Dearly, you were cared for at a point, but also at a point things stop, that obviously did.

Guess you’ll never know? Guess you do know now.

 

Someone has replaced you, more so has been here before you arrived.

Clearly, you were jealous of that fact on occasion, it was certainly funny.

Secrets weren’t shared based off of you not being trustworthy or caring of them.

Simple as that, it was never proven that you could be, so sorry, love, but you’re not it, you never were.

 

Does this satisfy you?

Does this work as your obvious answers?

Hopefully it suffixes and doesn’t go any longer, obviously it’s gone long enough.

 

“I’m sorry love.”

“But I can’t continue with you.”

“Sincerely, your ex-best friend.”

hypocrisy

 

If you had ever let go, why do you still write about me?

Why does scraps and implements of my being still used in your complicated and wrong symphonies?

Obvious answer, you’re holding on and doing the absolute opposite of letting go.

 

Good luck with this “better” one if you could ever tell him anything that you’re actually feeling.

With current knowledge, that was a difficulty for both of you, how’s that going?

Not that you would care to tell me anyway, because oh right… You let go.

 

Hypocrite, I do indeed have the right to name you this, because it is certainly true.

Did you actually have to look up the definition to prove your point instead of using your own brain? Not a surprise.

Synonym for you, deleterious. Look that up too why don’t you?

 

Deceitful is a perfect name, you don’t deceive people?

Answer me this, why did you act as if you were a companion when you were really just toxic?

In the end, I am completely convinced you just didn’t want to be alone, personal advantage I’d say.

Deceitful, you are.

 

Indeed it is nice to think of one’s self, we all have to when it comes to literally every decision in our life. That’s pretty obvious I’d say, but thank you for pointing it out anyway.

In reality, you would know for sure.

Considering I left without even thinking of you at all, only me, myself and I. First hand experience, yay you!

Thinking of one’s self is always good, don’t you know that already?

Or are you going to continue thinking of everyone else around you because you’re afraid of losing anyone else?

 

Useless was used sparingly, and so righteously. It was correct and oh so true.

Useless is not something to describe me however, if you say you cherish our precious memories so dearly, reminisce on all those late night, all those boyfriends thousands of miles away, your family. Just remember for a second.

All these idiotic acts you were committing, asking for help and not taking it - my reasoning on why I always got aggressive with you.

Obviously it took a bit of a word beating to knock even a tiny bit of sense into you - hence on why I stopped caring.

 

Now please, read over my words and take them in willingly. Think about yourself and the person you were to me and the person you will be for more to come.

For my sake, hopefully no one will dare, but not everyone is that bright.

Certainly I wasn’t, I was blinded by the friendship just like infatuation clouds up the red flags in people.

But at least I am gone now, I can always be said bright for realizing the ugly truth.

 

Have I proved my point yet?

Is this enough for you to hush your mouth?

I never got the chance to speak my mind before you decided to run away, so here you go.

If you ever need more explaining in simpler terms, please, let me know. More than happy to provide new words.

 

It’ll only get worse from here.

I suggest you really let go now.

Goodbye again?

I hope.



bff

 

Holding hands, skipping, laughing, jokes…

The nice and tender things that were always existing between them.

Nothing serious or dull, just plain warmth between their fingertips with their hands in a lock.

They were best friends.

At times, it certainly didn’t feel that way.

Of course, fights arrived between their heads, but the question is, did they make it through?

In most cases, yes, the fight ended with apologies and the hand holding continued.

 

Morning hugs is what she looked forward to the most. The gloomy mornings, dragging her tired body out of bed to make it to school barely on time.

Only to find her best friend waiting for her in the hallway to give her a big hug good morning.

 

Problems arose however, the stupidity grew greater within her friend. The more she tried to talk, the less her friend listened.

Aggressiveness flew over her body as she tried to prevent possible hurt and scenarios for her friend, but all her friend got was a little butt hurt.

That wasn’t the intention of course, and she would always point that out along with an apology.

But it was really the only thing to get her friend to listen to her, otherwise what else is she supposed to do?

 

She doesn’t like to sit back with some popcorn and watch the ending as all the wreckage takes its place.

It was her friend after all, friends don’t do that to each other.

 

In the end, she made her distance from her friend greater and greater until her friend got fed up with it.

Her friend expressed the fact that she doesn’t talk to them anymore. At points they expressed that she never told them secrets that were brought up at a point.

Only because she felt they wouldn’t be safe.

She knew her friend was a box, but is there a lock?

 

Her mouth was glued shut, and the distance only went from there.

Soon enough she left altogether, not to be seen by her friend or anyone else again.

Not that she cared, she didn’t think her friend or anyone else would either.

 

Turns out she was completely right.

It doesn’t really hurt however, but at the same time.

During all that time she believed that those people were her best friends and that they would be sticking around for a while.

But things never go to plan, things always change.

That certainly did.

 

Plans, futures, and memories went down the drain along with all her respect for anyone she ever knew.

So long partner.

Good luck.

She wishes you the best, but she never wants to hear about it.



happy birthday

 

She lies in bed in the morning of February 25th.

The first thing that crosses her mind certainly isn’t him, but, sooner or later it dawns on her that it’s his birthday.

Not that she should care or anything, they’re apart and their love no longer exists.

After some day time activities is when it hits, he’s 20 years old now.

The memories flood in, when he was just 16 and they were so very in love with each other.

The plans, the future, the house, locations… it all comes back.

She remembers she doesn’t love him anymore, and there’s reasoning behind it.

That’s when the memories of what drove them apart come through.

The unfaithfulness, the pain, the lack of love.

She only smiles at what she likes to remember, because they were certainly good times for her.

But this year when it’s her birthday, she’ll expect him to do the very thing she did.

Except only miss what he’s lost, and only remember the things she gained.

She lives on life without him, occasionally thinking about how life is going for him, if he’s found someone who could also deal with his games.

But then she thinks, what if he’s changed?

She rolls her eyes at such a stupid thought, and disregards it completely.

No one like that could ever change.

She stuck around for him to try and make it work, but did it?

It did not, and that’s when she decided enough was enough.

They parted ways, but he never let go.

Texts were sent but she never even read them.

She’s moved on, why couldn’t he?

 

But now here we are.

Occasional thoughts cross her mind about him.

Never will she think about loving him again.



forget

 

I can always forget, forgive, hate, love.

We’re all capable of it, it’s just what we decide to do.

There are some people I’ve encountered that I would simply like to forget.

Others I choose to hate because of the pain that arose.

I can forgive, but probably leave them on hold.

Loving, is what I’d prefer to do.

But some people you just can’t love. And you are one of them.

I’m convinced no one could love you, you’ll fuck it up at some point.

So why do you keep trying?



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