just like the seeds of white dandelions being blown away,
you left a little too quickly
and just like Christmas morning,
I wish you would have stayed.
but I won’t waste my wish on that,
I’d rather know the answer to my question:
why didn’t you tell me where you were at?
I’m already bruised enough
that I couldn’t tell your real smile from your fake
and frankly, I am the tormented soul, not you.
I am left here sitting alone,
wondering why you’re playing the victim role.
you were loved and wanted
you’re only imperfection was the clumps of mascara
on the tips of your lashes.
but you were too selfish to stay here with the rest
and also too kind to say exactly why you left.
what hurts the most is that we all knew inside
but we were all scared of this emotion
so we let it hide
if this is your idea of revenge,
kudos to you for the well thought out plan
because now I’m left here scared and alone
my only best friend took her life and my soul
I should have asked you what was wrong
the day you stopped singing happy songs
but unlike the seeds of white dandelions,
you didn’t wait for the wind to take you away
and unlike Christmas morning,
I feel not love, but betrayed.