(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…
I guess I chose to give myself to you,
And I can’t blame you for taking me, taking all of me,
When you can’t see that I was alone, in love with you…
