#losingfriends - Hello Poetry

you smiled like you meant it, but i see through your disguise. your love was just a weapon, your heart was built on lies. you wanted what was close to me, the shine, the heat, the crown. you climbed my trust, you cut it loose, and watched me crumble down. you played me like a story, a chapter you could skip. i gave you gold, you gave me rust, and laughed when it would slip. you used me as a stepping stone, a trophy, not a friend. you swore forever — funny how forever met its end. you danced across my glass bridge, just to hear it break. you smiled as i was bleeding but i’m awake. you didn’t leave me shattered you just showed me what pretending looks like. you stretched your shadows over everything, called it warmth, called it care, but it was neither. i held you gently, and you handled me like a convenience. you mistook my softness for something weak, my trust for something free to take. but i learned. quietly. slowly. in the spaces where your absence sat heavy and your lies still whispered. i began to understand that you never wanted my heart you wanted what it gave you. the glow, the comfort, the feeling of being chosen without earning any of it. and while you carved your place in my life with careless hands, i was learning how to stand again without holding on to anything that hurt. i won’t shout about you. you’re not worth the echo. i won’t hate you hate would keep me tied to the very thing i walked away from. i just know now what real and false look like when they sit next to each other. you were the smoke. i was the match you never learned how to hold. and whatever fire you started in me? it’s steady now. soft, controlled, mine. i don’t burn for you anymore only past you.

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Jan 29

Jan 29, 2026 at 7:33 PM UTC

R3NNZZ

burn the bridge

you smiled like you meant it, but i see through your disguise. your love was just a weapon, your heart was built on lies. you wanted what was close to me, the shine, the heat, the crown. you climbed my trust, you cut it loose, and watched me crumble down. you played me like a story, a chapter you could skip. i gave you gold, you gave me rust, and laughed when it would slip. you used me as a stepping stone, a trophy, not a friend. you swore forever — funny how forever met its end. you danced across my glass bridge, just to hear it break. you smiled as i was bleeding but i’m awake. you didn’t leave me shattered you just showed me what pretending looks like. you stretched your shadows over everything, called it warmth, called it care, but it was neither. i held you gently, and you handled me like a convenience. you mistook my softness for something weak, my trust for something free to take. but i learned. quietly. slowly. in the spaces where your absence sat heavy and your lies still whispered. i began to understand that you never wanted my heart you wanted what it gave you. the glow, the comfort, the feeling of being chosen without earning any of it. and while you carved your place in my life with careless hands, i was learning how to stand again without holding on to anything that hurt. i won’t shout about you. you’re not worth the echo. i won’t hate you hate would keep me tied to the very thing i walked away from. i just know now what real and false look like when they sit next to each other. you were the smoke. i was the match you never learned how to hold. and whatever fire you started in me? it’s steady now. soft, controlled, mine. i don’t burn for you anymore only past you.

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you said will you be there to catch me and I said okay and i was there over and over again I haven't been a kid since year seven cause the ledge is always waiting to swallow all my friends we don't talk anymore but i still think of you sometimes because i held you tight, because i kept you alive you asked me to catch you and now I don't know how to let go

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Oct 5, 2024

Oct 5, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC

look_mike_sandwiches

catch me?

you said will you be there to catch me and I said okay and i was there over and over again I haven't been a kid since year seven cause the ledge is always waiting to swallow all my friends we don't talk anymore but i still think of you sometimes because i held you tight, because i kept you alive you asked me to catch you and now I don't know how to let go

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before we grew apart i dreamt of you dying of your mother clutching your voice, crying in the chlorinated stands where we met for the first time she holds out the phone, says “say goodbye” and i’m running railing flying by reaching through thick air to the mother who buries her boy and i don’t know if i made it in time and i mustn’t have cause we haven’t talked in a while and i woke up smelling chlorine and i never got a goodbye

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Sep 26, 2024

Sep 26, 2024 at 3:19 AM UTC

look_mike_sandwiches

i buried you in my chlorinated dreams

before we grew apart i dreamt of you dying of your mother clutching your voice, crying in the chlorinated stands where we met for the first time she holds out the phone, says “say goodbye” and i’m running railing flying by reaching through thick air to the mother who buries her boy and i don’t know if i made it in time and i mustn’t have cause we haven’t talked in a while and i woke up smelling chlorine and i never got a goodbye

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Sometimes, all that's left of a friend is the wallet they bought you for your birthday, in the bittersweet smile that appears on your face when you remember that moment. Sometimes, they are only in the stories you tell. Their name escapes your lips before you even realize they were there. Sometimes, they are in the little moments of regret. The dull pain between so very few heartbeats before they're gone again. Sometimes, they are in shelves of shops, in "they would like it" thoughts before you realize you can't even remember the last time you've met. Sometimes, they are in the moments when you can. But now they only exist in old photobooks, in fading memories. In dreams, their faces side by side complete strangers. They are everywhere. But really, they are nowhere.

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Mar 19, 2020

Mar 19, 2020 at 8:09 PM UTC

Sh

Everywhere and Nowhere

Sometimes, all that's left of a friend is the wallet they bought you for your birthday, in the bittersweet smile that appears on your face when you remember that moment. Sometimes, they are only in the stories you tell. Their name escapes your lips before you even realize they were there. Sometimes, they are in the little moments of regret. The dull pain between so very few heartbeats before they're gone again. Sometimes, they are in shelves of shops, in "they would like it" thoughts before you realize you can't even remember the last time you've met. Sometimes, they are in the moments when you can. But now they only exist in old photobooks, in fading memories. In dreams, their faces side by side complete strangers. They are everywhere. But really, they are nowhere.

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Am I upset? No, I don't think so. I think the best way to describe how I feel towards you right now is to buy a ******* useless vase, instead of adding it to the rest of your collection of useless stuff down in the basement, use it as a decoration, give it life and purpose and make a pretty flower grow in it, every now and then water it, clean the mess it makes, heck-- even take selfies with it. Next, I want you to unwillingly do the following: put this vase on an ad on Craig's list, give it for free to someone who is on the same continuum of uselessness. Done? ok, now go break that ******* vase. What? You can't? It's not yours anymore? How does THAT feel? Do you feel upset? Angry? Confused? No, you feel helpless. Well now you know how your friendship feels like and what your friendship means. Not cool. We aren't cool. Don't make me break you, it won't fix you into becoming someone I need.

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Feb 4, 2019

Feb 4, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC

deemz

How I really feel

Am I upset? No, I don't think so. I think the best way to describe how I feel towards you right now is to buy a ******* useless vase, instead of adding it to the rest of your collection of useless stuff down in the basement, use it as a decoration, give it life and purpose and make a pretty flower grow in it, every now and then water it, clean the mess it makes, heck-- even take selfies with it. Next, I want you to unwillingly do the following: put this vase on an ad on Craig's list, give it for free to someone who is on the same continuum of uselessness. Done? ok, now go break that ******* vase. What? You can't? It's not yours anymore? How does THAT feel? Do you feel upset? Angry? Confused? No, you feel helpless. Well now you know how your friendship feels like and what your friendship means. Not cool. We aren't cool. Don't make me break you, it won't fix you into becoming someone I need.

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