They smile with him
While I’m not there,laughing like I never cared, behind my back they pass the lie, while I pretend I’m fine but cry inside.
Trust is gone, like shattered glass and every glance feels like a laugh. Am I the joke they all enjoy? A heart they broke a used up toy.
But one day soon ill rise again without the fakes I thought were friends.
Amen, sister. You WILL rise again, like a phoenix rising and they will all be watching, including him.
But here’s the thing- they see you now. That’s why they talk about you behind your back. People only do that when you threaten them with the things they don’t have. You don’t see you…you just have to strengthen those wings of yours.
Do me a favor when you get there, when you’re rising above them, your phoenix wings blazing, say this loud enough for them to hear… “I’m back, bitches.”
Have a spectacular day, poetess.
I needed that thank you
You’re welcome.🌺
hello beautiful Lora this made me sad to know you are going through it but I know you to be a very strong lady…I don’t what they are thinking your heart is gold…keep strong in your resolve you’ll make the choices that are good for you…you’re beautiful and powerful keep your head held high these so called women should be ashamed 💕
Ty
Powerfully penned, Lora. I can relate unfortunately, most of my former friends took off when it wasn’t all about them anymore. This is an excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Sorry to hear that a handful of solid friends is all I really need and im hanging on to them