I feel betrayed.
I shouldn't but I can sense the tip of your knife on my aching back. I won't be able to forget when your name is roughly carved on it.
I thought I knew a person. I guess from the moment I wrote this post's title that I do not know her as I thought I did. I guess what they say is true, everyone has a few skeletons in their wardrobes, well hers was the BoogeyMan.
Maybe I don't have the right to feel this way, I guess I considered myself as her friend when I really wasn't. I wish she just knew she could have confided in me anything she wanted. Whether it's small white lies or hidden ticking dynamites, I would have guard them with my life. But life goes on, and so will we. I might keep this blunt knife of hers together with the rest but I wish that you find happiness in the odd corners that you seek.
When you're ready, I'm just here.
