You offered me your friendship when you saw I was down.

You were one of the first people I could be myself around.

You swore you'd never judge me.

And with you, I felt free.

I hadn't felt that way in a while,

You were the one person who could make me smile.


Soon enough, our deep talks became frequent.

We put each other first, even when it wasn't convenient.


Nights were spent with happiness and laughter.

Whenever I had a hard time, I would always go and see you after.


Your dorm room became my place of comfort and security.

You seemed to be the only one I knew with complete and genuine sincerity.


You told me you fell in love, and I made your heart melt.

I told you I didn't have romantic feelings, once you asked me how I felt.


I cried that night because I knew our friendship was coming to an end.

You promised it wouldn't since I was your "best friend."

The sweetness you had slowly vanished.

Every time we spoke, you acted damaged.

You threw insults at me and told me I was selfish and manipulative for what I did.

The same exact insults you knew I had only been called as a kid.


You hurt me badly but always made me feel like I deserved the pain.

You learned how to fully fuck with my brain.

When you called me yesterday, you threatened to hurt me and told me I ruined your life.

And that's when I realized I never ever deserved your overblown strife.


I don't owe you a single thing, our friendship should not have a toll.

And never again will I feel bad for something I cannot control.