Opened like a can by your hand,
Slowly turned around; I yearned,
But you spun me so fast I didn’t understand
The warning signs. Now I’ve been burned.
Opened, and standing beside my locker
You pass me by; I’m left the gawker.
I’m pink from this latest smarting.
So, I’ve been charting; will you soon be departing?
Opened. Pried. Wedged. Forced.
It’s all in the past; I thought I’d divorced
Myself from this need to control,
But look what you stole.
Closed for those with no courage.
With me you’ve lost your honor,
I don’t mean to discourage,
But how long until you’re a goner?
Closed to your definition of friend.
Mine is truth, caring, and support to the end.
Out of respect for each other
We protect like sister, like brother.
Closed to the desire to model how a friend should be,
I've become a shell of me
I've been filleted,
I’ve been betrayed.
What a charade.