Monday 11 May 2015

Bad Friends.




I worshiped you and put you on a pedestal 

I actually enjoyed our conversations

I valued the advise you gave me

I was a fool to think you actually cared



But you were one of my own

When with you I felt taken care of

Only to later realize

The kindness was on a plate of despise



You lied to me

I found out

I approached you about it

Now you feel offended


I am as sweet as a morsel in the mouth of a starving man

But when scorned I am as fierce as a lioness who just lost one of her cubs

It was great uncovering the layers you adorn yourself with

Because with each layer came a new discovery of how deep my revenge can breed