For you, the person I thought I could trust.
The stars spoke betrayal.
The clouds thundered above us.
Storms raged in between.
It was a disaster; a human made disaster.
Storm warnings and weather forecasts,
I decided to ignore them all.
Because I thought you were my friend,
and I fucking trusted you.
Do you even care?
Do you even think?
Do you ever thought
how this would effect me?
Because even Shakespear himself
couldn't write an accurate enough poem
of my immense hate and insecurity
of our friendship.
Now thanks, for all this.
I have a reason to be heartless again.
To think about myself
and not care about anyone.
No more forgiveness, you blew it.
Because when you misuse your second chance
the same way you misused your first
there's no more forgiveness.
I really hope you read this.
Because I want you to know that
I'm taking all my words back
every time I called you my best friend.
I'll be the shadow in the dark alleys.
The spectre in your nightmares.
The devil inside your mind.
And the ghost of your past.
Now go. Live on with your life.
But I want you to know that
this vengeful spirit of mine
will never stop haunting you
for the rest of your life.
