I don’t know how I became so foolish.
I didn’t see it coming
I guess I thought I have mistaken it for friendship
Since I was broken, alone and in the state of solidarity
Willow sighed as she read the poem she had written a while ago. She slouched back on the bench she was sitting on in the middle of a beautiful park in Indianapolis. She adjusted her glasses since it was boring into the bridge of her nose. She was so sure it would leave a red mark but she didn’t care because the mark that her friend left her was far worst.
I feel so abused
I’ve just been used
You broke my walls
And let me fall
You we’re supposed to be my friend
Sadly, it hurts to see our friendship end