How to Ruin a Girl’s Reputation ( a step by step process)

May 25th, 2025

To That Him

He asked me to leave—

And he’ll swear it was because I was rude.

But the truth is:

He wanted me.

I didn’t want him.

Yet somehow, that stains my name.

And to another him,

He’ll spin the story:

That I’m crazy.

But the truth is—

On Sunday, he told me I felt like home.

Then he went to see

The only girl who hated me—though I mourned the loss of her.

He saw her on Wednesday—

Yes, three days after Sunday.

And didn’t say a word.

But my intuition knew.

And it knew what to do.

That Friday, we kissed and cried

About how he lied—

And by Saturday,

I had the sense to pull myself away.

Still, I unblocked him

To tell him what she said—

That he was dangerous.

She was a lying, mean mess…

But I thought it right he knew.

And then he got me uninvited from a party.

Twisted my good intentions straight through.

I guess it’s me against him…

But what did I do?

And to another him,

I back-led too much.

But really—

He pushed too far.

Didn’t listen when I said: I wasn’t ready.

So we did what he wanted.

Then he broke me.

Literally.

I flipped him off when he stole the mic.

But he took more than that.

And I’ll never say—

The choking.

The force.

The way he made silence my only way out.

He hurt me—

In more ways than one.

And in the next room

Was the one I truly wanted.

The one whose eyes I must have hurt

Because I saw something different in his eyes

That next Wednesday.

But maybe not

And all of this was my fault.

But before that—

He threw a party.

Didn’t invite me.

And when I showed up—

There he was with the girl who hated me,

The one he must have wanted… instead of me—

So I made a huge mistake.

And my reputation cracked.

Or maybe I did.

That day.