You wore kindness like perfume—
sweet enough to hide the smoke.
I mistook your careful words
for honesty,
mistook your listening
for love.
I handed you my secrets
like flowers pressed between pages,
soft things meant to survive time,
and you carried them
only to let the wind tear them apart.
You laughed with me
in rooms full of light,
then built shadows behind my back
where my name sounded unfamiliar,
twisted into something cruel.
The worst part was never the lying.
It was how safe I felt
before I learned the truth.
I replay our conversations
like cracked records,
searching for the moment
your friendship became performance,
wondering if it was ever real
or if I simply loved the idea
of being understood.
Now I know
some people hold your heart
the way children hold glass—
carelessly,
without knowing how sharp
the breaking becomes.
And still,
I hate that trusting you
made me doubt myself
more than I doubt you.
Because fake friends leave twice:
first when they betray you,
and again when they make you afraid
to trust someone honest.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
You wore kindness like perfume—
sweet enough to hide the smoke.
I mistook your careful words
for honesty,
mistook your listening
for love.
I handed you my secrets
like flowers pressed between pages,
soft things meant to survive time,
and you carried them
only to let the wind tear them apart.
You laughed with me
in rooms full of light,
then built shadows behind my back
where my name sounded unfamiliar,
twisted into something cruel.
The worst part was never the lying.
It was how safe I felt
before I learned the truth.
I replay our conversations
like cracked records,
searching for the moment
your friendship became performance,
wondering if it was ever real
or if I simply loved the idea
of being understood.
Now I know
some people hold your heart
the way children hold glass—
carelessly,
without knowing how sharp
the breaking becomes.
And still,
I hate that trusting you
made me doubt myself
more than I doubt you.
Because fake friends leave twice:
first when they betray you,
and again when they make you afraid
to trust someone honest.
