She didnʼt believe me
when I said we were just friends.
And you know what?
She fucking shouldnʼt.
Because friends donʼt look at each other
like theyʼve already tasted sin
and are dying for seconds.
Friends donʼt memorize
each otherʼs favorite ice cream,
donʼt drive across the city at 3 a.m.
just to make sure Gerd wonʼt eat them alive.
Friends donʼt hold each other
like that.
Donʼt say things like
"I canʼt be away from you̶
youʼre my best friend."
Bullshit.
You were the storm
that said "stay" while pulling me under.
You were the liar who smiled soft
but left bruises where no one could see.
And she̶
your shiny, rightful girlfriend̶
she saw through it all.
She saw how I looked at you.
How you never flinched when I did.
How you let me burn in that grey zone
and called it platonic.
So donʼt ever
fucking call me
just a friend.
Because if I was,
then youʼre a goddamn monster
for loving me like that
and walking away
like it meant nothing.