He is not my friend–I realized
And hid my burning eyes.
That cannot be. I can’t accept.
Perhaps, one more attempt?
I heard him clear. No room for hope.
Illusions must be stopped.
And facts are facts. And they are loud.
No more attempts. No jumping around.
There is no need for proof.
It hurts, but it is the truth.
I owned it. I cried. Illusions aside.
Passing the test of my pride.
I realized: he is not my friend.
And now I’m OK with that.
Not My Friend
© Copyright: Арина Стопа, 2022
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