You asked for the truth,
I offered, yet I am graced with silence.
This isn't a battle, yet somehow I'm losing.
This isn't a war, but I am still defeated.
This wasn't a fight.
T'was a slaughter.
A senseless homicide of a friendship that I don't think I could ever understand.
I will not be the mannequin for you to unload upon your confused attacks,
I do forgive you though.
I bear no grudge,
I hold no anger.
My role in this play is now,
To patiently wait for your truth.
Even if it will never arrive.