I held your hand while you cried;
cradled your heart as it slowly died.
She let you down,
and I was the only one around
to pick up the pieces
listen to your speeches
about how she was the one,
that she was your sun.
You were so frustrated, but so full of hope
convinced that you were going to at least elope
with a girl that never truly gave you her heart.
God, I used to think you were smart.

That’s what Love does to the soul:
makes you feel whole,
but can also turn you into an *******.

Should’ve just stabbed me in the back then.
Why did I ever consider you my friend?
You’ve ****** me over already;
I should’ve just grabbed a machete
to hack at everything our friendship used to be.
Why did you do this to me?
I stood by side.
I gave you everything I could provide.
What did I do wrong?
I need to stay strong.
This was nothing I could foresee,
but I’m still saying in my mind, why me?
Everything I did apparently meant nothing to you
our friendship was nothing of true value:
just a temporary thing,
nothing that I thought Life would bring.

Though I still find this hard to comprehend
I know now that you were never my friend
so this is finally the end.