I Thought You Were My Friend?

First night so vivid, perfect night and a cold breeze blew in the air only made us pull closer together, though i felt uneasy ’cuz rejection in mind... will I see your face tomorrow???

As the sun rose in mid-day, a picture so perfect on cloud nine i floated in warm air as beautiful as a doves white feather....my mind at ease no longer feeling yesterdays lonliness and sorrow...

In my eyes I imagined that it can only get better, from taking chances to opening up to all vulnerabilites, to allowing that one exhibit the mended veins of a broken heart

From my past cries, to my let downs, to my disappointments, and to my instabilities, basically showing them the physical blood of the jaded knife that is still so sharp

Now another vein cut with the jaded knife, how long will it be ’til my heart stops to beat?

Usually I don’t stop without putting up a fight, but how much can I take ’til the wound is too deep?

Another let down, another tear, more and more disappointments, intentional pain, can I even allow an apology to be accepted again??

That first night so vivid dissapates, and the clouds close in on me I stare up at the sky in the rain.... and ask why and my repitive thought in my mind is I thought you were my friend.....