When you've made it up, your mind
cannot be changed - and I used to like that,
back when the decisions were kind
to me, and when they didn't knock me back
and crush me. But now the tides have turned,
and you shock, scare, frighten and burn
me with every word.
I had the honour of calling you friend -
a friendship I prayed would never end,
but it did. Too soon. And now you hate me;
you insult and scorn and berate me;
knock me back and crush me.
I remember the rush I would feel
when we laughed and talked together -
inspererable; friends forever;
or some rubbish like that.
I miss the you
that I once knew -
but not anymore.