This short poem is about learning to love yourself as well as how after reevaluating friendships and the past its amazing to see the journey and evolution of not only other people but yourself as well. This answers all the what ifs many have when you begin to see a relationship disintegrating

Hypothetically

She danced with the devil as she always seen people for the Better. Her healing soul attracted many as they took advantage of her exquisite honey crisp heart. the snakes indulged as she seen no harm she thought they were her friends.

She is me. I'm left empty, what was once familiar is now a strange questioning of the 5 w's, who what when where why and how. Who do you trust and come to because nobody will have you like I had you, what made you betray me and treat me like the scum beneath the shoes that I gave to you. When did you know this was the end? Or was there never a beginning?

I reevaluate daily the moment our friendship got put on pause trying to realize when you were done but like a late period you never started. That's what hurts the most knowing that you were always my friend, but I was never yours.

Where were you when I needed you? When the glimmer left my eyes, when I no longer had the urge to fight for us, to do both sides. I was exhausted and so was our friendship.

It had withered away but you were long gone, I had hope that maybe you would come back around. Why? Why did you have to hide your true intentions of negativity and selfish motives.

I tried to look past your flaws but even with makeup and disguise to match you were still a pig. Most importantly how could you allow me to open up, to become so vulnerable that I share my deepest memories and moments of broken spirits.

I opened my heart and like a flower I had delicate layers I unraveled, my thorns protected me but I gave you permission to hold me and peel me back, just be gentle and handle with care because not everyone in the past has been so tender, I'm still left with damaged pieces.

Let's think hypothetically, that you showed that you loved me, that you would be the person that I thought you were. Hypothetically indistinctly make it known that you miss me. When you look at me I see you but I've realized you don't see me.

Like an anchor you brought me down, and I sank into the I'm sorry, I love you, it's only you, and let me not forget the over used I promise to never hurt you.

You colored every moment in black, leaving me blue, with raging screams and cry's of red, I was green to your deceit. Unlike white I'm now longer pure and innocent, life has fucked me and I've learned how to ride that bitch.

Looking back I should have expected it, or at least accepted the fact that you weren't so true. You being who I need you to be is all but a hypothetical and who you are is the sick pitiful reality.