Dean's Introspection and Poetry

Fading Friendship

I pondered deeply,
Should I feel glad or sad,
Unveiling the true face,
Of the one I called my friend, so bad.

In the end, I decided,
To quietly walk away,
No matter how I tried,
The picture turned out ugly, I must say.

Bob Marley once said,
"Your worst enemy, your best friend,
Your best friend, your worst enemy," it rings true,
In this tale of betrayal, where trust met its bitter end.

I placed my trust in them,
Lowered my guard without a doubt,
But they led me astray,
Leaving me feeling lost and without.

I tailored things to their taste,
Yet they complained, left me feeling low,
A constant battle, a futile chase,
Their true intentions starting to show.

There was always a phrase,
That lingered in my mind,
"Beware of friends who can turn into foes,
Their loyalty, never genuine, you'll find."

Perhaps I should have spoken up,
Listened to my gut, my inner voice,
But now I'm left with regret,
For meeting you, for opening my heart, my choice.

You left me with a deep, bleeding scar,
A wound that won't easily heal,
Betrayed and hurt, left wondering,
How could you make me regret, such a painful ordeal.

Together we walked a path,
Now diverged, torn apart,
I'm left with the echoes of your deceit,
A reminder of a broken heart.

In this poetry of pain and betrayal,
I find solace in my words,
Expressing the depth of my sorrow,
As my wounded heart slowly mends and stirs.