FuzzyCub

You slip between their hands,

between their sheets,

between promises you never meant to keep.

You kiss with borrowed lips,

you touch with stolen time,

you crawl back like nothing happened.

He believes you.

He sleeps beside you, unaware,

your betrayals pressed against his back.

Loving you like he’s the only one,

never questioning the quiet spaces

where you’ve been someone else’s.

He doesn’t know you planned to leave—

that you unstitched yourself, thread by thread,

picked out a new life, a different love, a fresh start.

When your lover saw who you really are,

they ripped the next chapter from your hands

and saved themselves from you.

Suddenly, your old life was enough again.

For today, you will stay.

When your heart was shattered,

when you felt abandoned, discarded, lost,

you let him hold you tight,

let him soothe the ache—

without revealing it was heartbreak.

One day, he’ll know.

The truth will split his world apart,

the trust he poured into you

turns to ash between his fingers.

And I will have to watch him burn.

But worse—he might turn to me.

And see my silence as betrayal,

mistake it for conspiracy.

Although I’ve begged your honesty,

I’ve carried the secret of your sins.

Not because I chose to,

but because without consent, you made them mine.

I will watch his hands shake,

his voice crack,

his heart break,

over a past he never knew existed.

I will watch the wreckage consume him

while you stand there,

billowing excuses into the smoke.

And in that moment,

I will hate you for the first time—

not for your lies,

but for the destruction you leave behind,

for making me witness his collapse,

for asking me to hold your truth like a knife,

for the wounds you left and the secrets you forced me to keep.