I told you that I loved you.
In a platonic way.
And I meant it.
I don't know if you were lying or not when you said it back
you've been known for betrayal.
still, I was a fool and trusted you.
You did something you hadn't done in years.
Lied to me.
I asked you again and again
"Did you do this?"
"No", you'd say, over and over.
Until I found out the truth.
What did I do to you?
I thought you were my
metaphoric sister.
I told you that I loved you.
And I meant it.
But everytime you look at me
With hate in your eyes
It chips away more and more.
Until one day,
Love will run out.
