Betrayal
To my "Friend"
Betrayal, like the coldest wind that
turns to ice in your veins
That cannot be liquefied by
apologetic words or obvious guilt
It only seems to melt when we accept
that people will always do what they want
But shards always remain and the
shock still lingers in the memory
Because you never saw it coming
But now you watch for it and
although the ice has melted, the
coldness reminds you to expect it...
