Tags
betrayal, creative writing, frenemy, friendship, poem, poetry
you leave me
feeling like there was something
i was supposed to do,
something i was supposed to say.
these memories, they live in my cells
like a virus, ready to rage at the
slightest distress.
they’ve overtaken my body now,
my every thought.
no sleep is possible,
no sense of rest,
in the face of this invasion.
what did i do to you?
or what did i fail to do?
why is it me that you blame?
my defenses are weakened
and your hatred is a disease
that has no cure