I approached with caution when she extended her fist
Instead she revealed her hand with an offering of a list
She remained confident with what she had given
Whilst, I remain pessimistically driven

Her smile fades as a candles' wick with the growth of darkness
I laugh. I try to comprehend what I did wrong. I ask.
The way she had tried to be my friend. The way she had tried to make me feel no less
The past has corrupted  me, knowing the future has no more tasks