The knife twists,
a familiar sting,
Not from a stranger,
but a friend's wing.
Repeated blows,
a pattern of pain,
Trust shattered,
like fragile rain.
Each promise broken,
a whispered lie,
Mirrored in tears,
that endlessly cry.
The heart,
once open,
now guarded tight,
Shielding itself from the fading light.
The bond we shared,
Now a twisted thread,
Memories haunt,
like ghosts unsaid.
But amidst the ruins,
a flicker remains,
A strength to rise,
through the pouring rains.
For even in darkness,
a new dawn may break,
A chance to heal,
for goodness' sake.
To mend the wounds,
to learn and grow,
From ashes of sorrow,
a new self to sow.
The threads of friendship,
once vibrant and bright,
Now lie scattered,
a heartbreaking sight.
Each betrayal,
a sharp,
piercing dart,
Ripping through my soul,
tearing it apart.
The laughter we shared,
now a haunting refrain,
Echoing through chambers of unbearable pain.
Promises whispered,
like vows in the breeze,
Now just faded echoes,
rustling through the trees.
My heart,
once a fortress,
now lies in despair,
Walls crumbling,
a ruin beyond repair.
The wounds left behind,
deep and so wide,
A testament to friendship's fractured pride.
Yet amidst the wreckage,
a flicker remains,
A tiny ember,
defying the rains.
The hope of healing,
a fragile,
soft light,
Guiding me forward,
through darkest of night.
For even in sorrow,
a strength can be found,
A resilience that mends,
makes whole, and unbound.
Though scars may remain,
a reminder of pain,
They serve as a testament,
that I shall rise again.
My heart's a glass full of cracks,
Shattered by a friend,
it would seem.
Repeated texts,
a cruel,
slow burn,
Leaving my love in utter churn.
Ghosting and lies,
a toxic blend,
My trust betrayed,
it's at an end.
Like a rollercoaster,
up and down,
Emotional chaos,
all around.
I should've blocked you,
I know it's true,
But hope's a drug,
I fell for you.
Now I'm picking up the broken pieces,
Learning self-love,
my heart releases.
For even in darkness,
a new dawn may break,
A chance to heal,
for goodness' sake.
To mend the wounds,
to learn and grow,
From ashes of sorrow,
a new self to sow.
This ain't a sob story,
no way,
I'm stronger now, come what may.
Next time, I'll choose a better friend,
This chapter closes, a new one begins! ✨
By,
Shaina...
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