What were you afraid of?

That I would take her away from you?

That I would finally be the one to show her

That you are so much more of a user than a friend?

A friend would never have her do the things you do

For the sake of your entertainment.

A friend would never have her sacrifice her well being

To relieve their own boredom.

She has known you for a long time.

She has come to believe in your opinions and your advice.

She believes that you will always have her best interest at heart.

Perhaps that was true once upon a time.

I pray that it was and there is still some good in you…

Some spark of anything other than self interest…

Some spark of anything that says you will be there for her

Not only when you deem that what’s good for her is what’s best for you.

I did my utmost to overlook your flaws,

Something that I pride myself on being able to do,

Because I knew that our amicability would make her happy,

And her happiness was my drug.

I failed miserably.

I have always been overly protective of the ones I love;

A fact that you used fully to your advantage

You used my wish for her to heal her body

As evidence that I didn’t want to see her.

You used my desire to spend time alone with her

As evidence that I didn’t care for those who were in her company.

You used my fear and my insecurities

As evidence that I didn’t truly want her.

And, trusting you as she does, she listened.

You long for the beauty you believe you had in youth.

You turn your back on anyone who doesn’t meet your false standards of perfection.

Have you looked in a mirror lately?

The ugliness in your heart could never stay buried inside alone.

And still she doesn’t know how you’ve manipulated her.

Still she doesn’t know how you’ve managed to slip into every part of her life

Molding it until it is to your liking…

Until there’s no way that she can get you out.

It is my fervent prayer that she can survive

When she at last sees you for who you really are.

The End