It’s weird seeing you flirt
with other girls that isn’t
me, or someone that I
didn’t approve of.
We were good friends, you
see, friends who told each
other secrets and promised
that we would never tell.
You broke your stupid
promise.
And my puny little heart
a tiny bit too.
But you, my friend, will
never know that petty little
fact.
I hate you, you liar,
I wish.
☪
