you laughed in my face,
with words written by him.
you giggled at the muses
he sent to you,
the ones worn out by me.
you called him by his name,
the one i cried out for.
you had such a strong connection
for someone to rub it in my face.
yet i stand
in the same place
as you were.
your ex muse, now my friend
and yet, it all depended
on how we handled it.
i stand completely quiet,
for my words with him are
hushed, for i don't speak
of him to you.
but you failed to do that.
you made sure that id have remembrance
of the love i failed to keep.
and yet,
im in the same place as you were.
and i utter nothing.
for i do not brag
about my friendship
to you.
because i respect you,
when you respect nothing of me.
- zmh
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the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
