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Nov 2013
Remember when I asked you
To never forget that you are my friend?
You replied "and that's the most important thing".
Turned out not to be so important to you, didn't it?
You were happy to forget.
You have forgotten, easily, and without pain.
Remember when I told you I would hate it
If you were no longer part of my world?
That your friendship was so important to me?
You replied "It is for me, too"
Well, you could have fooled me.
You said that it was like an addiction.
Yes, it was, but you went cold turkey,
And somehow skipped the tremors and cramps and all the other painful ****
That goes along with kicking a habit,
While it nearly killed me,
I'm still in the heart of darkness, suffering,
And you don't care, you never did.
Saying all the right things,
Making all the right moves
To get what you wanted.
I'm glad you never got it, I'm glad that fate intervened,
I'm glad it was her that discovered our sordid little secret.
I'm sorry she has to live with you,
Sorry for me, loving a heartless *******,
Sorry for him, betrayed by his best friend,
I'm not sorry for you.
You are one sorry enough *******,
Pity is the very last thing you need.
Amanda In Scarlet
Written by
Amanda In Scarlet  London, UK
(London, UK)   
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