In the quiet hours of dawn, you asked for a friend.
A good friend, one to be there always.
And got one.

In the early hours of the morn, you begged for a confidant.
One to trust with your darkest secrets.
Ask and you shall receive.

In the burning afternoon heat, you told me you loved me.
With all your heart, me and only me.
I told you we were friends, nothing more.

I lied.

In the dying hours of dusk, you showed me the bruises.
The affects of a family who you thought you didn't deserve.
Quite the contrary, they don't deserve you.

In the darkness of twilight, you lied to me.
And then laughed.
A joke, you said, don't be so serious.
Jokes are meant to be funny, and this one was far from it.

In the dead of night, I died.
You had taken everything - love, laughter, friendship.
And you didn't really seem to care.

In the hopeful hours of dawn, I rose.
Wiped my hands of your pathetic life,
And walked.