Liars and Thieves

She told me it was what friends do
She told me that
But she was a liar.
She told me she was my only friend
She told me that
But she was a liar.
She told me if I didn’t let her do it to me
Then she would tell everyone what I did
That I was a thief
That I stole for her
That I manipulated for her
Because of her
And they would all hate me and
despise me
Because of what I did
Because of what she made me do
She told me that
But she was a liar.

She was a liar
I believed her words.
I was a thief
But so was she.
She stole my faith
And my childhood.
She never stopped.
She wouldn’t stop.
Even when I begged her
Lying on my back
And sobbing
“Please stop. I don’t like this. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
But she didn’t stop.
I don’t know if she even could stop.
And I snuck home that night.
Sleepovers are scary even now.
She stole those from me too.
And when she left me I cried
Because she told me she never liked me.
She told me she was just using me.
A manipulator of a manipulator
She was my only friend
But she was a liar
And a lie.
And a thief like me.

I was a thief
But I stole objects.
While she was a thief
Who stole my life.

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