Too Hurt to Say

I nodded, too hurt to say how I really felt.
So I smiled, and you smiled—
You understand, right? This isn’t mutual
and I’m just too busy.
(Too busy for your best friend?
Or maybe I wasn’t, but she was to me.)
Sure I do, and now it’s mutual.

You left, but I don’t think you
knew how much it hurt to have that intense trust
tear away from my weary heart.
The door shut and I cried—too hurt to say.


My Dear Friend

She is an old soul,
Her eyes dark with tar and hard with age,
Heart buried under years of rain.

She is a trapped soul,
A present wrapped in a bow
Strung too tight to inhale, exhale.

She is a true soul,
Rising from lies in the dark,
A brilliant star on an empty stage.

She is a lost soul,
Eyes scanning the horizon for help—
I am here for you, always.