I thought of you not only as family, but as a friend and sort of an ally....

Thought you were another sensitive soul in this cold world in which we live...

Yet you stabbed me in the back because it suited you in that moment...

Blood stained hands, your face showed no remorse, shame, or any care....

There was no emotion what-so-ever for that matter....

Immediately, you were cast out of my life

Betcha didn't know that sweet & sensitive me could be so cold & hard did ya?

Well, I have people like you to thank for that little cancer festering inside of me....

Betcha thought I'd act like nothing had ever happened....

Wrong again! It felt good to tell you that I knew what you had done.....

It felt good to tell you I wasn't the two-faced or fake type and I had no intentions of pretending to be friends, you did that long enough for the both of us and it was over.........

With that, you were gone as if you never even existed to begin with & I was over it....

Here we are several months later & I briefly think of reaching out to you....

Nope, because I remind myself you never were the person I thought you were... You are not the caring person I loved.... That person never existed and again, I am over it......