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.