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.
