~Too Much Friendship~

Broken. Crushed. Perplexed.

Grieved to the core, the depths of my soul.

By this notion of friendship, this shallow façade

In place of the sacrificial passionate love; that serves, lets live,

     That yearns to give.

That breaks out in celebration, joyfully dances at the thought of another’s success.

Friendship.

Fading from its purest form.

Fake smiles and Flattery succeed it.

Used. Used and Confused.

Misused, or abused?

Laying down life, love and being.

Daily denying self; sacrifice time, effort, energy.

Livelihood drained.

Broken. Crushed. Confused. Afraid.

Unrequited friendship fades. It fails.

Dies.

Shadows.

Shadows and shackles on chained souls,

restlessly floating in meaningless lives of overworked bodies and masquerade smiles.

To seem but not to be, nor feel:

healthy, beautiful, wealthy and sharp

desirable, envied, and satisfied:

To seem To live The Dream.

Ah, The Dream!

The prospect of bottomless wealth and endless youth

Stencil-perfect unparalleled beauty, yet knowing neither self nor other – save to gain.

To use. And use – then lose.

But not to fear, more smiles arrive – with compliments too

More booze, more fun, more “friends”.

She loved too much anyway; gave too much, expected and expressed too much… Friendship.