little pug, little pug

you think i’ve forgotten, i haven’t.
and everytime i see you i’m reminded of the scar
your knife left in my back.

dont be silly, it wasnt because you were my friend–
you weren’t.
it was because for nearly half a year
you made someone dear to me believe i was something
i wasn’t.
you didn’t understand– you didnt understand me, or the dynamics,
or the history, or the players in the game.
and you stuck your stupid fat little nose in
and acted like you were the queen of the frickin world.

i dont care for your scrunched-face smiles.
turn your face somewhere else.


Author: c

my world, out of your reach

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