I have a cavity.
No, not holes in my teeth or any other physical deformity.
But a hole in my mental well being.
Caused by a sweet friendship.
Transformed into an acidic wrecking ball.
Believed to live in a sanctuary
Safe from harm.
Reality hit hard
Trust was tattered.
Held on a gold platter, our friendship
The only problem,
I stored mine in a place untouched
She stored it under her bed.
Away from sight.
Growing stronger, becoming more beautiful than the gold platter itself.
And hers
Rotting away, growing mold, never cared for.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
I have a cavity.
No, not holes in my teeth or any other physical deformity.
But a hole in my mental well being.
Caused by a sweet friendship.
Transformed into an acidic wrecking ball.
Believed to live in a sanctuary
Safe from harm.
Reality hit hard
Trust was tattered.
Held on a gold platter, our friendship
The only problem,
I stored mine in a place untouched
She stored it under her bed.
Away from sight.
Growing stronger, becoming more beautiful than the gold platter itself.
And hers
Rotting away, growing mold, never cared for.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Another drunken rant.
