today.
i saw a glimpse of you at the swing of the central park,
where once we ran around like two free spirits trying to escape this devilish world of grown ups.
you had your tan arms wrapped around her like a blanket in summer of a winter land.
she was close to your heartbeat, but did she understand the lyrics it played like i did?
did she caress your fluffed brown hair when you couldn't slip into sweet dreams?
did she comforted you with warm hugs when your parents didn't get along well?
did she take your small pecks into love letters from your drowning mind of happiness?
tell me. whisper it to me. mumble it to me.
did she even acknowledge your existence when i saw her making out with your new best friend behind the school trees?
maybe i should have pinched your arm. maybe i should have punched you in your face. maybe i should have done anything for you being so naive; to fall into the web of love and betray.
but,
dear ex- best friend,
every time my eyes tried to mend my words into a voice,
all they saw was the day when you broke our strings for her being satisfactory.
all they witnessed was your profanities of how embarrassed you felt to be seen with me.
wasn't she scared of me? wasn't she afraid that you would slip away from the valleys of her palm into the ocean of our friendship? wasn't she?
then how could she swim away from that pool of fear into the death well of cheating?
alas,
how could you be such a devil hidden in the veil of an angel to break all my insides apart
rusting them to self hate and insecurities?
