He did it again,
shame built on humiliation of me.
Locked in the conversation
with six different people.
It was supposed to be private.
Not broadcast to everyone
whom he called friends one day
and stupid the next.
He enjoyed name-calling
believing he was superior.
He'd love and hurt simultaneously
and his jokes weren't kind.
He hid his true self
behind a facade, barely speaking.
One day, he praised a person
to condemn them cruelly the next.
The people he loved most
became his fiercest foes.
How could this happen?
How could he have changed so drastically?
Did he forget his own heated words?
It's a shame I didn’t.
And that's why he's with them -
I won't miss him.
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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