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you always had
that little string on your finger,
pulling me back
every time I tried to walk away.
You’d yank it hard,
“Come back, I miss you,”
then drop me again
like I was nothing but dirt on your shoe.
And every time you pulled,
the string got thicker,
tighter,
heavier.
It hurt,
but I kept hoping maybe this time
you meant the sweet words you said
when I was sad and falling apart.
But you didn’t.
You faked it all.
You played “nice friend” like it was a game,
smiling at me
while sticking another lie in my back.
You said you cared.
You said “sorry.”
But if you’re sorry,
then why did you do this to me?
Why did you twist my heart like a toy
you could break
and then walk off like nothing happened?
Why did you pretend to care
just so you could run to my ex
like you didn’t know
I was crying over both of you?
And the worst part?
My ex doesn’t even want you.
Not now, not ever.
You ruined our friendship for nothing.
You burned your bridge
for someone who didn’t even look back at you.
You tried to make me feel small,
but all you did was show
how small you really are.
A girl who acts sweet
only when she wants something.
A girl who loves drama
more than honesty.
A girl who pulls people close
just to drop them harder.
But guess what?
That string you used to pull me back?
I cut it.
Clean.
Sharp.
Gone.
No more coming and going.
No more fake love.
No more “I’m sorry”
that means nothing.
I’m done hurting.
I’m done being your backup plan,
your safety net,
your puppet.
Go lie to someone else.
Go play pretend with another heart.
Go chase someone who won’t look at you.
I’m healing now.
I’m choosing myself.
And you?
You’re just a lesson I learned
the hard way
a reminder why not everyone
who smiles
is a friend.

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