You acted like you were my friend;
I shared my deepest mind and heart.
You took it all and tore apart
With hate I cannot comprehend.
So when I say this is the end,
You’ll shove my feelings on a shelf
Instead of looking at yourself…
Until one day you’re lonesome blue
And no one is a friend to you.
You dug your grave without their help!

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 89 (FRIEND) in the A rhyme line.