Ridden with pain,
burnt in the guilt..
here I am,
so agitated by my dichotomous being.
ruptured into two factions,
I can't see where am going.
One part of me is full of guilt,
and the other inflicted by a wring.
Words loose their meanings,
when the truth unfolds.
What I had been respecting so much,
was not friendship but a feeling so cold.
is she a friend,
if she can't say what she feels,
is she a friend,
if she can't trust that I would listen.
earnest to feelings of true friendship,
I had my ears open.
ready to listen everything,
but nothing is said.
---- Its old n incomplete ---
