You fucked me up
with a smile,
so calm,
so sure,
like it was easy
to break someone
and still sleep at night.

Every lie you told
tasted like truth
until I choked on it—
poison dressed as kindness,
bullshit disguised
as love.

I walked on eggshells
you scattered like landmines,
always tiptoeing,
always goddamn careful,
while you danced through my pain
without a single scratch.

You made hurting me
look effortless,
a casual fucking hobby
you perfected
without remorse.

But I’m done
holding your shame,
done swallowing your bullshit,
done making excuses
for your fucked-up way of loving.

I’m pulling your lies
out of my veins,
one bitter truth
at a time,
and someday soon
I swear to god,
you won’t even be a scar.