Knives in My Back

You said

“Trust me”

Eyes clear

Hands clean

Shared my secrets

You took receipts

Laughing in my kitchen

You were planning the scene

Smiles for the photo

Daggers in the seams

You put knives in my back while you called me your friend

Sharp little lies dressed up like defense

You hugged me tight just to measure the depth

You put knives in my back

Then you blamed my breath

Cut me open

Then asked why I bled

You put knives in my back while you called me your friend

You left your jacket

On my bedroom chair

Still smells like cheap perfume

And counterfeit care

Screenshots

Gossip

Quiet in the group chat glare

You bit my hand

Then asked for a prayer

You put knives in my back while you called me your friend

Sharp little lies dressed up like defense

You hugged me tight just to measure the depth

You put knives in my back

Then you blamed my breath

Cut me open

Then asked why I bled

You put knives in my back while you called me your friend

One day you’ll talk

And they won’t believe you

Taste of your tongue

Turns sour

See-through

I’ll heal these scars

You’ll keep your mask

I lose a traitor

You lose what you had

You put knives in my back while you called me your friend

Sharp little lies dressed up like defense

You hugged me tight just to measure the depth

You put knives in my back

Then you blamed my breath

Cut me open

But I’m done with the act

You put knives in my back

I’m not crawling back