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.
Copyright © Simone Mckenna | Year Posted 2020
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