𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭 : 𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓸

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭,

Have you wondered, what could've been?

If turqoise and I had never butted in?

Into your life and into how distraught you felt,

And just left you there to be by your self?

The old one, you called them, had left,

So turqoise adopted your joy and your pain,

And in return you knitted us in the thickest of nets.

I still cannot believe how fast it happened,

How thanks to you I lost all I had and all I'd known,

Then made your own the victim and pretended to be saddened.

I warned turqoise from the beginning,

But had she ever to me listened?

I wonder if she had, would I have never become so mad,

For you were my dread and my joy,

My dreams and nightmares, my confusion and understanding.

You manipulated us both from the very start,

You managed to break turqoise and me apart,

A broken mess became our hearts.

Just like I'd warned before it all unfolded,

You gaslighted me, later then,

After turqoise left, you said they did it on purpose,

And I believed you, even though my mother scolded.

You became the end of what I thought were problems,

And the start of what I thought was haven.

Yet neither were either, you led me into a deeper mess,

A solid stone which I could not escape,

A place you had built for me to rest, a grave made of your arms.

I wonder, what could've been?

If turqoise listened to me, instead of you,

If I listened to my mother, instead of you.

I wonder if I only never even layed eyes on you,

Would I be who I was once before?

Because of you I think I will never heal,

And because of you I learned what I now know.

One must never look at what seems to shine,

Not all that shines are diamonds.

And never, trust Gold.

Thank you for teaching me the truths of the world,

But I can't help but wonder...and just think...

Have you ever wondered, what could've been?

If you write back, I'm afraid,

I'll be too scared to read it,

If the memories come back.

Write back soon? (Please don't.)

Your old friend. (I'm not.)