Ghosted
They say it’ll pass
it’ll get better the longer it lasts
They say what’s done is done
but i don’t feel like i’ve won
You took my heart
tore it, broke it, till it fell apart
Now you play the victim
the hole you created, i sit in
I don’t want to become
the monster i’ve come from
Obsessed with yourself, with fame, with money
then you sit and describe her like sweet honey
You say it was harmless
a friendship, nothing more, but now I’m the farthest
You lied with a smile, called in love with a grin
while I drowned in silence, you let her in
In my silence, I find space to breathe
while all you do is leave, leave, leave
She pulls the strings
and I watch horror as the show begins
She has you at her beck and call
and you forget me as I suffer in school
You left me stranded, no reason, no clue
while she became your favourite view
You watched me break, still walked away
now I drown slowly, in the pain that you gave me
Some day you will pay
Copyright © Clara Bahaire | Year Posted 2025
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