they asked me about you
pretending to not know a damn thing
prying to see if i’d say more about why
we ended
carefully probing through your name
resurfacing pain
i thought it was gone
i never told them
everything
don’t worry.
your actions are safely hidden away
the hurt you caused me
is something i refused to tell

is this the poem for you?
the one you wanted?
the one you asked for
maybe.
just maybe so.

Published by ciriacisbeth

Writer. Organizer. Believer.

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