Halfmad
It’s late. Very late.
The sun will rise soon,
but I’m still awake
staring at her profile.
She was my friend,
a confidant, an advisor,
on everything
infinitely wiser
than me.
When I was lost in the dark,
she was the light that guided me.
When I wanted to wage war
she counseled peace.
When I was depressed,
she held me tight
from across the world
and told me everything
would be okay.
When I was drowning in my hatred
she was the hand that pulled me out.
I told her everything
things which I swore to myself
that I would never tell anyone.
And then, she betrayed me.
Or maybe I betrayed her, somehow.
Now we’re strangers.
But hopefully, she’s up late every night
staring at my profile.