for you, my dear friend,
who rived me and my trust.
a letter crafted from words, i left unsaid
and all secrets i kept sheltered
but not more than you
your lies were fanthomless, fluent and deliberate.
too bad, i knew the truth all along.
i watched you lie, everytime, agonized and hurt.
but you seemed to do it effortlessly, without regret
tell me, was i not worth knowing the truth,
or perhaps not good enough to be your friend?
i'm still waiting, for you. for your truth.
but it seems hopeless and stupid.
i can't wait longer and i'm letting go.
for you, this letter, is my farewell and my goodbye.