Ruin The Friendship?

They said, “ruin the friendship,”

And I did.

And every day since,

I’ve watched the wreckage of us

sink a little deeper.

I wish I hadn’t crossed that line

that invisible thread

that held us together so easily,

so innocently,

before my heart confessed

what yours didn’t want to hear.

I mistook your warmth for forever.

I thought maybe love

was worth the risk.

But love was a storm,

and I was the only one who drowned.

Now your name feels foreign,

your laughter — an echo

I can’t reach anymore.

The comfort we had

has turned into distance,

and your silence

hurts louder than your words ever could.

They said it was brave —

to tell you, to feel, to fall.

But bravery feels a lot like ruin

when the only thing left

is a ghost where you used to stand.

And I keep thinking

if I had stayed quiet,

if I had kept us unbroken,

maybe you’d still be here

not as a memory,

but as my friend.

They said, “ruin the friendship.”

And I did.

And I ruined myself

along with it.

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