Wrong

Kind and loving you were to me, you cared, you cherished, you understood. For no matter what, you were always my friend. I got angry, so stupidly so, a temper was lost, and so was a mind, things were said, they shouldn’t have been. Stupid and mad, toxic and wrong, as ever so wrong, as I could so be. For all you have done, for me so sweetly, I owed you this not, most certainly not, for indeed such a fool, I most certainly was, to ever regard you as anything but, a friend of such depth, so warm and so true, the wrongest I was, and ever could be.