the closest of my friend chose to desert me your letter never engraved a word called sorry but you shamelessly pleaded your case that how it was me who was the problem
the closes of my friend chose to desert me the one keeping a record of my wishes, my muse and all the untold secrets i never refused to tell every second chance was a new way to betray
maybe you are happy with your new friends maybe you are happy with your new found love maybe you are happy with chasing your dreams maybe i'm happy with you no longer being in life
i'm this dramatic poet who should direct a theater my friend returned to me after committing infidelity i'm not his lover but a savior when he is in crisis i wrote this plea as a way to channel my emotions
This poem is part of my "Ashes of Us" poetry series, which is about friendship betrayals.