i guess you are more loyal to your wordplay than the strength of our friendship.
your manipulation of letters, phrases and words has evolved in such a way that it became too powerful to ruin the concrete foundations of trust.
i am completely aware that you are the god of your own language, but you are wrong to think that you can lord over the heart and the mind of other people.
you have used the charm of your words to feign sincerity and get the affection and attention you seek.
you have taught your words, armed with its sharp edges, to pierce the blank canvass of a person until it bleeds with your ink.
it’s just sad to think that the letters that formed our friendship is slowly being erased by the scratches of the sharp edges of your words.
you are dear to me that’s why i trusted you some of my treasured stories.
we created poems, stories and narratives of our adventures.
but since you have used my words as your own, i doubt if i could ever write a perfect rhyme with you.