You said it wasn't serious. Just a chat. Said it hadn’t gone that far. Said you wanted to try — To work on us. And I almost believed you. God, I wanted to believe you. But now I saw the date. June second. The day you made her official. And I was still yours. Your lies weren’t loud — They whispered soft, But they cut like thunder. The date is a lie. Just like everything else. Your words. Your face. Your silence. You held my hand, And hers, In the same goddamn week. And you want me to smile through it? Forget it? Be decent? I’m not your cover story. You sat across from me, Looking so sure, Said you hadn’t even touched her. Said you were confused. But you had already chosen. You just didn’t tell me. You let me sit in that house, Holding us together, While you changed your status. You kept me quiet So your feed looked clean. But I was bleeding behind the scenes. You didn’t even bother to hide it. You just… let the truth drip out Slow and cruel. Like you wanted me to bleed — But not scream. The date is a lie. Like the “chat.” Like your promises. Like the way you said You weren’t that kind of man. But here we are. You’re that man. And I’m not quiet anymore. You don’t get to write my story. Not now. June second, twenty, twenty, four Are you fucking kidding me? You knew. I didn’t. But I do now. And I’ll never forget it. Not ever.
