You lied so easily
like breathing,
like hating me was a habit
you’d been practicing for years.
You twisted the truth
until I barely recognized the girl
you painted me to be.
But that girl isn’t me
she’s just the ghost you created
to make yourself feel innocent.
You betrayed me
for a boy who never even wanted you,
sold out our bond
for a chance to stand in my shadow.
You thought taking him
meant taking something from me
but all you did
was prove exactly who you are.
I hope the attention was worth it.
I hope the lies taste sweet
when you feed them to strangers.
But know this
I don’t lose sleep over people
who chose to lose me.
Revenge?
I don’t even have to lift a hand.
Your guilt will echo louder
than any words I could scream.
Your fake shine will fade,
your mask will slip,
and the truth will hunt you
without me saying a thing.
I’m walking away
and that’s the part
you’ll regret the most.

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