Dried Up Flowers

What I saw in you was something special, a true friend.

I believed I was someone to you, as you were to me.

I trusted you, and that is very hard for me to do.

You barely said goodbye to me, as you left without any emotion.

I was to never hear from you again.

In an instant, you were gone and I was left in your wake, confused.

I told you my deepest secrets, secrets that I am so ashamed of, I never told anyone else.

All that must have meant nothing to you.

I thought you were different than the others.

But it was too late for me to figure that out.

I got too close, and I got burnt by you.

I never did mean anything to you.

But you let me think I did.

It was just a job to you, nothing more.

My memories of you have become poison.

You are now dead to me.