What hurt the most

Wasn’t that you kissed her

It wasn’t that you lied

It wasn’t even that you left

What hurt the most

Was the way you held on

The way you baited me

Like a fish you throw back time and time again

Just to hook again.

What hurt the most

Was the way you wrapped me

In false promises and plans

A straight jacket disguised by

Kind words and gestures.

What hurt the most

Was how you knew me

Like the back of your hand

And how you used me

Kept me just close enough

Like a dog on a leash

Just short enough to miss the passing cars

But not short enough to miss the rush of wind.