Ashley Wilkinson


Congratulations, you have fucked me over once

again. A year ago you turned your back,

walking away from everything that once was.

Preparing myself for the let down, it seemed hopeless

pointless to stop you;

beg you to stay.


You seemed happy, accomplished-like;

I was face down on the ground barely breathing.

Nothing is as it seems and no one can be trusted.

Secret handshakes flew out the window;

inside jokes erased,

promises are worth shit now.


Digging into my flesh, past the wounds

and shattered memories,

a cigarette burns out, a knife through the heart,

a tear rolls down beating cheeks.

You think you hurt me,

but you will never get to me.

I hope one day this makes you proud.


True friends stab you in the back.

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