I dared to care, in this twisted dance,
Like a tree steadfast in your hurricane of need,
Yet, you spiraled in your own trance,
Blind to the heart I tried to feed.
Your demands, a relentless drumbeat,
Echoing in my busy life’s hall,
Each plea, a trap, set so discreet,
In your world, where only you could stand tall.
You, lost in a maze of self-made dreams,
Chasing echoes, fleeing from light,
A wanderer in your own extremes,
Shrouded in the cloak of perpetual night.
I reached out, a bridge over troubled waters,
In your relentless pursuit of more,
Our bond, strained by your countless orders,
Crumbled, leaving an unhealable sore.
You painted my goodwill with shades so dark,
In your gallery of twisted tales,
In your universe, I was merely a mark,
A footnote in your grand, fictitious sales.
Judging from your throne of pretense,
Blind to the pain that you spread,
Your words, a fence,
Separating truth from the lies you fed.
Thinking yourself a rare gem, unbound,
Ignoring the mundane, the real,
In your flight, only emptiness was found,
A hollow chase, with destructive zeal.
From your pedestal, you saw a world so small,
Yet held nothing but illusions in your grasp,
A soul adrift, destined to stall,
In your journey, a faltering clasp.
I stood by you, in your darkest hours,
Witness to your storm of fear and rage,
But the truth was a rain too sour,
A chapter we couldn’t together page.
Now you roam, alone and free,
State to state, in your bubble of denial,
A journey without a destiny,
In your narrative, a fading trial.
Our bond, a story now torn and frayed,
A connection we thought would never wear,
What remains in the aftermath we made?
Just the memory of a friendship beyond repair.