A dark poem about betrayal.

You know what they say, ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’

The reality is not everyone is telling the truth.

Trigger warning: contains negativity, manipulation, and suicide theme.

Flashing their teeth,

and look right at me,

with a laugh that’s in sync.

Oh… an inside joke,

But you are my bestie.

Let’s meet up next week.

Go back to that place

where we had so much fun that one day.

I miss you! They say,

And where is my bestie these days?

The subject of work, vacations or books…

Stop! They say.

What do you think?

And tell us your answer.

What happened, they prey.

I already did and it’s over.

When you bring up the past,

you relive it again,

and bear repeating the crossover.

But aren’t you mad?

And tell me more.

the bait I did take.

And I opened the gate,

to commiserate.

It’s confusing and so unclear.

Wound up I became,

instead of focused on my own game.

The only game that matters.

Left in regret,

I do a gut check.

And try to fix where I faltered.

So, next week you say,

We will go to that place?

An answer confirms,

What I already know.

Oh…I’ll let you know.

And, I am so busy these days,

Why did they persist?

When I did resist,

To talk about what’s already over.

The answer comes in the rumors I hear:

She is not good and bad vibes is her tribe.

And she is me.

Because I took the bait.

To communicate.

With those that left me in deep water.

Let me support you, they say.

Let’s talk about what leaves you in dismay.

The information they got,

Was to tell the others,

To have something important to say,

Oh, she is troubled these days,

I think she is suicidal.

I would know, after all, I call her bestie.

I wonder, Why all this fuss

To just make a mess?

I find out later.

It’s because of what I left.