we were friends once,
until you shut me out,
angry that your lover —
the married one —
tried to take me
when he wasn’t allowed.
the blame poured on me.
but i begged you back,
forgiving him, and you.
call me naïve,
but i forgave myself, too —
though there wasn’t much to.
i still thank heaven
you left me sore and reeling
before my wedding.
i’d have hated for you
to show up, smiling,
immortalised in photos,
as a maid of pretending.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
we were friends once,
until you shut me out,
angry that your lover —
the married one —
tried to take me
when he wasn’t allowed.
the blame poured on me.
but i begged you back,
forgiving him, and you.
call me naïve,
but i forgave myself, too —
though there wasn’t much to.
i still thank heaven
you left me sore and reeling
before my wedding.
i’d have hated for you
to show up, smiling,
immortalised in photos,
as a maid of pretending.
this one is about the friend who chose blame over loyalty, and the relief of their absence.
August 5, 2025
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