#friendbreakup
I finally realized
what the last 5 years of my life have been
the way I let myself get treated
hurt, put down
treated like I was their child and not their friend
and then, you left
out of the blue, blaming me
taking other friends with you
but you leaving gave me time to think
I never deserved how you treated me
Yes, I messed up, and
Yes, I hurt you too
but the constant on and off,
the never being a priority to you
I deserve better
I deserve someone who wouldn't constantly be mad
who wouldn't trash talk people behind their back
and be fake to their face
It has only taken one day
to see how my other friends treat me
like I matter, like I'm important
It doesn't mean it isn't sad
all those years wasted
and it doesn't mean I won't cry,
take time to mourn a friendship that could have continued
but there is a certain kind of relief involved as well,
knowing I will never have to deal with
the fallout of your actions ever again
and maybe I will always love you, always care
but maybe, finally, I'll have the chance to be happy
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC
I was just trying to escape my thoughts
just trying to drink away the pain with monster
and there you were
in front of the case
debating what kind to get just like always
you didn’t bother to say hi or smile when you saw me
you just walked away
I saw it though
the monster we fell in love with
in your hands
it’s just a drink yes
but why?
I was just trying to escape my thoughts
I was just trying to calm down my depressive episode
where I was panicking on the floor
and now your here
the last one I was gonna have taken
there’s about 20 other flavors
but the one we fell in love with
was the only one I wanted
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 6:20 PM UTC
It isn’t fair.
It isn’t fair that for years I became the ground beneath your feet,
an unmoving foundation
a place where you could unleash anything
a therapist more than a friend.
Since we were twelve, I carried your storms in my ribs.
I held your hurt in my hands
Defended your name, supported you the best i could
and told myself I could be strong enough for both of us.
Even when I was breaking,
I swallowed my own blood and you never saw me choke because i didn't let you,
because you already had too much to hold.
I folded my pain into a tiny box because my issues were not as nearly as important than yours (to me)
Tucked my hurt behind soft smiles, advice, and the “therapist friend façade”
I learned how to bleed silently, learned how to say nothing
so you wouldn’t have to see it.
It isn’t fair how I dropped everything the moment my phone lit up with your name,
heart racing fast each time,
terrified that one missed call might mean losing you forever.
Because that was the intensity of a lot of our calls for awhile
I made myself a lighthouse in your darkest waters,
My friends saw it.
My family saw it.
My ex saw it.
The way I bent myself into a lifeline.
So why didn’t you?
Why didn’t you see how much I cared?
It isn’t fair to say I didn’t care
when caring was the air I breathed.
It isn’t fair to say I didn’t listen
when I know the shape of your wounds better than you ever learned mine.
It isn’t fair.
It isn’t fair.
It isn’t fair.
What hurts the most is not that you left
it’s when you left.
Not when I was standing.
Not when I was safe.
But when I was already on my knees,
gathering the shattered pieces of myself.
and you knew.
That’s when you turned away.
That’s when you let me fall.
You didn’t just leave
you loosened your grip
while I was drowning.
You painted me as this uncaring, horrible person
instead of considering maybe im just tired.....maybe im just tired of carrying everyone's baggage with my own.
It isn’t fair how the moment I needed help carrying my own bags,
they became too heavy for you.
How the weight I bore for years
was suddenly unbearable
when it belonged to me.
It isn’t fair how small I made myself,
how I learned to speak in fragments, hide my suicidal thoughts
how I convinced myself I didn’t deserve to be fully known.
And when i finally showed those parts of myself,
you were gone.
I gave and gave and gave
until there was almost nothing left,
and still it wasn’t enough.
It isn’t fair that you cut me out
and stitched all the blame into my skin.
It isn’t fair that silence replaced honesty.
It isn’t fair that you opened the hearts of Jaime and Wickr
just to leave them bleeding too.
It isn’t fair that after years of you begging people not to leave,
after all the promises,
you became the one who walked away.
And what’s cruelest of all
no matter how bad this all ended,
I would still answer your call in a second.
Id run into your burning house to save you
Because I love you like a brother, and I meant it.
And you…i guess, never did.
I was too busy trying to save you
to admit I was drowning.
But even knowing that,
even carrying my share of the blame,
it still
isn’t
fair.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC
My life is surrounded
by people armed by me,
loaded guns aimed at my heart.
Every time they leave,
I'm shot.
I bleed out for awhile
depending on who it is
Some guns are smaller
some are bigger
but I always get repaired
You however didn't have a gun
I placed a whole nuke in your hands
It was never supposed to go off
Wasn't meant to end like this
And when you set it off
I wasn't prepared for the blast
I didn't get to bleed
Most of me is scorched and black
Shrapnel buried deep inside
the pieces that stayed in tact
Other Pieces flew places
Some of them, you must've grabbed
I'll never heal
from this wound
and Ill never get those pieces back
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC
I wandered back to the scene of the crime.
I remember all that transpired from that night.
As I was making my way across, the bridge went up in flames.
And the smoke still lingered even after all the tomorrows came.
I saw the match from your hand.
I smelled the gas before I could land.
I blame myself for not expecting it sooner,
when all of your crimes leave the same signature.
All the houses that burned down carried your name.
History said you were going around claiming you were framed.
Yet the clothes you wore still reeked of the fuel.
The last thing they found were skeletons inside a cubicle.
Did you think I’ll always play your game,
never thought I’d grow tired of the same joke every day?
When I came to bid you an honest farewell,
you thought it was an invitation to send me straight to hell.
Perhaps I truly am the one to blame.
You did tell me about the things that drove you insane.
And I recklessly chose the path of extrusion.
Perhaps I deserved this execution.
I wandered back to the scene of the crime.
Where the ghost of the bridge we burned still haunts its culprits.
I saw fear when we locked eyes.
Did you think I’d be reduced to ashes?
Did you think you were burning a witch?
Darling, you forget I’m a phoenix.
Fire is what keeps me alive.
Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 8:33 AM UTC
you were literally my soul mate in a friend
why did you have to do this
why did you have to treat me so bad
and I took that **** for so long
because I thought you were my best friend
it hurts
it hurts
it hurts
and now you’re a poem
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 12:22 AM UTC
I cried in your absence time after time
But when the beginning of the end came there was nothing but fire
Raging through a forest of felled trees
Scorching what little was left
Perhaps what is needed is one final rainfall
If only you hadnt poisoned the water
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC