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.