Arrivederci False Friend
You never liked me, although I am not certain why...
Heaven only knows the multitude of attempts that I made to ride those fierce
tidal waves along with you, but just as I smiled, you so very, very subtly...ever so
subtly...
drove your tiny fist into my heart, shoving me into a black sea of fury as I was left
choking on salt water, gasping for air...
drowning in your indifference
as my pen divulged the enchantment of what I thought could be forever.
The abrasive sand cleansed me of your evil, removing delusions of possibility,
igniting notions of your scripted words Oh, the essence of your pseudo self to
which others are not yet privy!
Artificial.
Faithless.
Feighned.
Evasive.
Equivocal.
For what type of individual could elude a sincere spirit? One who is judgmentally
devoid of credibility...whose mirror...
deceives.
I shut the door, and bolted it, when I discovered the
Brutus in you.
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