I held the cracked cup tight too tight

I held the cracked cup tight, too tight,

warmth and betrayal pooled in sight.

Defended a friend through whispers cold,

told myself their lies were gold.

Room full of stares, biting and thin,

loyalty’s chains cinched beneath my skin.

Each tremble of porcelain spoke truth—

a quiet warning I buried in youth.

Blind faith turned to folly’s kiss,

a cracked cup spilled the abyss.