“Our entire friendship is built,
on caskets of unwanted burdens.
Clinging to the inferno of stolen memories,
like the end was a text away.
In the New Year,
I had begun to hope for change.
An aura of appreciation and respect,
your actions proved me wrong.
You left me to wither,
like Dandelions in Spring,
cutting wounds in holes and souls,
where blood can’t flow.
Poisoned by the toxicity,
of our tropical remnants.
Tripped with guilt,
of love so deep,
The ice that begins to grow within.”