(a poem on intense female friendships, by Sheenam Sharma) I put you on a pedestal, And now I look up at you looking down on me, like an enigma so forgettable… I told you where it hurts, And you didn’t hesitate to stab right there, like it was already rehearsed… You told me I meant everything to you, And I believe your words more than your eyes telling lies, behind the beautiful hazel hue.. I gave you my mind, my heart, and my soul, And you didn’t flinch a minute to turn that love into pain, taking a toll…