How dare you play me for a fool?

How dare you tell me

what we had was a lie?

You’re the liar,

and I knew it all along.

Your motivation might have been

to help your own,

but you hurt me unnecessarily.

And you made me believe

that we could be friends.

I never want to see your face again;

I never want to speak to you.

I can’t wish you well

because you don’t deserve it;

you’ll get yours in the end.

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Lesa Gay's picture

What goes around comes around. A very true statement of fact. It might not be today, or tomorrow, but it will come. To be deliberately hurt by someome you care about is one of the worst hurts that can befall you.

Chin up sweetie. They will get theirs in the end.