I erased you today.
No, that’s not enough,
I exiled you.
Banished your name,
your shadow,
your smirk that once pretended to be wisdom.
I burned the bridge,
and salted the ashes.
Because some ties
aren’t meant to be mended,
they’re meant to be destroyed
so they can never resurrect.
You called yourself a friend.
You spoke of truth and faith,
while living in contradiction,
wading through filth
and calling it freedom.
You are old enough to know better,
::yet still::
you delight in the ruin of others.
::even now::
Your hands reach for corruption
and your heart beats without remorse.
A mother.
Her daughter.
And you.
Three names that taste
like bile on the tongue.
What you did wasn’t sin,
it was sickness.
A sickness that tries to disguise itself
as charm and confidence.
But beneath it all,
you are hollow.
A man rotting from the inside out,
too far gone for redemption.
I once thought my loyalty was a virtue,
that standing beside you was an act of grace.
But now I see it for what it was,
a wound I kept reopening in the name of friendship.
So today,
I cut the cord.
I cast your memory
into the dark river
and watched it sink
without regret.
No candle for you.
No prayer.
No lingering kindness.
Just distance,
sacred and eternal.
Your voice,
once familiar,
now sounds like a warning.
Your name,
a spell I no longer speak.
I erased you today.
Banished you from thought,
from page,
from the fragile temple of my trust.
You’ll find no sanctuary here,
no echo of your name in my story again.
Some ghosts
don’t deserve haunting
they deserve oblivion.
I erased you today.
Oct 13, 2025
Oct 13, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
I erased you today.
No, that’s not enough,
I exiled you.
Banished your name,
your shadow,
your smirk that once pretended to be wisdom.
I burned the bridge,
and salted the ashes.
Because some ties
aren’t meant to be mended,
they’re meant to be destroyed
so they can never resurrect.
You called yourself a friend.
You spoke of truth and faith,
while living in contradiction,
wading through filth
and calling it freedom.
You are old enough to know better,
::yet still::
you delight in the ruin of others.
::even now::
Your hands reach for corruption
and your heart beats without remorse.
A mother.
Her daughter.
And you.
Three names that taste
like bile on the tongue.
What you did wasn’t sin,
it was sickness.
A sickness that tries to disguise itself
as charm and confidence.
But beneath it all,
you are hollow.
A man rotting from the inside out,
too far gone for redemption.
I once thought my loyalty was a virtue,
that standing beside you was an act of grace.
But now I see it for what it was,
a wound I kept reopening in the name of friendship.
So today,
I cut the cord.
I cast your memory
into the dark river
and watched it sink
without regret.
No candle for you.
No prayer.
No lingering kindness.
Just distance,
sacred and eternal.
Your voice,
once familiar,
now sounds like a warning.
Your name,
a spell I no longer speak.
I erased you today.
Banished you from thought,
from page,
from the fragile temple of my trust.
You’ll find no sanctuary here,
no echo of your name in my story again.
Some ghosts
don’t deserve haunting
they deserve oblivion.
I erased you today.
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