Thursday, July 6, 2023

BFF

I bled essays from my heart,
exposed, dissected, pulled apart.

You bared claws
made of my flaws.

This is the end,
once dear friend. 

The tsunami crashed, tall and strong,
but the signs were there all along.

A foundational shake,
unrequited hate.
Irritation,
condemnation,

withheld compassion without mourning.
Rich in apathy and scorning.

A cold tone,
hard, like stone. 

Raging resentment,
contempt contentment,

from a once dear friend,
at the very end.