My Forsaken Friend

In juxtapose, you posed as my friend
While crying 'poor me', shedding tears of pretend
Yet I held my tongue upon your every word
My compassionate heart assured that you were heard
And it seems so absurd, that I gave you my time
Because every line tripped me in clandestine 

I hoped that your feelings were strong
but from you,
all I knew
meant this had to be wrong.

An adjacent plane between pleasure and pain
where our avenue's met at some parallel plane
Then I tried to explain, 
in vain, yet again...
   'Between heaven and hell
   our brain's work the same'.

Why this friendship was granted a guaranteed glitch
is how beauty disguises itself as a bitch.
A vivacious and vicious witch soon emerges
Purging the suppressed, most sinister urges
Marring each thought with such mindless emotion
soon doomed to defend devout bouts of devotion.

An Evident Explosion!
This most poisonous potion 
should never be tasted 
nor used as a lotion.
Where it's words will be wasted
left chiseled in chalk
is the place your toxic talk takes a walk

So I bid you farewell just before our birthdays
as I wait here for fate 
hope you’ll join me some day.
As my friend, don’t be late
should our paths reconnect
I'll be there, on that date
Mark my words, stand correct
Upon my epitaph
Our path leads to....

                 THE (our) END. 
 

Carey Milton ©
    Dedicated to you ...
     If only you knew...
      Well I think you do...