A couple of years ago I did what few would dare to do,
Sacrifice one's friendship to allow happiness to another.
I had intricately planned a scheme that was fail-safe.
From the naked eye it would fool so many,
Yet only a handful with a trained eye could spot out the plan,
Which would bestow countless nights of anguish and hell upon me.
As the time was near, I had to play a role,
One that could win me an Oscar for Best Actor,
And over my dead body would I ever do this again.
Forcing myself to be heartless, bitter and coldblooded,
I hoped that my actions would be understood
As a sign that I truly cared for that person.
The damage was dealt and a friendship
Which lasted so long, ended in a blink of an eye.
Immediately after the deed was done, my egg like shell of a heart
Burst into thousands of pieces like Humpty Dumpty
Though there were no King's men around to help me,
Only vultures waiting to scavenge on my so-called heart
My mind was in a total mess, couldn't focus, for it has strayed off course.
My soul...it...it froze, for it relied on the warmth of my heart.
Ahh my heart...it's scattered amongst the blood covered floor.
With many missing and some unable to piece back together again,
I had turned away from the light...
And embraced the darkness of the night...
Hands bleeding from collecting what I could find,
Managing to piece enough of my heart to keep me going.
Though not perfect it allowed some strength to,
Get back up [which was the easy part] and walking.
Living after this aftermath, proved to be difficult.
For the pieces collected were imbedded with moments of that night.
Many months have passed, and years to come,
Was astonished of how things went by without complications.
My subconscious did well to suppress the anguish and melancholy,
Just as everything was going well, a storm was brewing.
Caught off guard with my tail caught between my leg,
Came something that could churn my tranquil life again...
Was given information, which made my heart skip a beat,
Sweating bullets and getting all-antsy.
My heart was racing out of control,
The stress was compressing against my heart,
Drastically making it difficult to gasp for a breath.
Calming down prove to be difficult, for I recalled everything.
That last performance should've put the last nail in the coffin,
And "Friendship" should've been buried 6 feet underground.
Must've been trained by the Master of the 3-inch punch to escape
The certainty that it should be dead, yet it's alive and kicking.
My mind was trying to sort this out madness but to no avail.
Kept thinking it was some kind of hoax, a mistake of some sort.
The time was near, a decision had to be made.
Who knew that "Sorry" a simple word yet so powerful
Could wreck havoc onto one's mind and heart.
With time running against me, ticking and ticking,
I picked up the phone and pulled up her name...
And before I could press call...it rings and the caller was her...
