The Madness of Love

Betrayed

Betrayed

He said he was my friend,
and I opened to him,
imparting of my soul.
I shared pieces of pain
and sliced fragments of thought.
I bent into the sharing.

He said he was my friend,
but he took my words
and twisted them,
and shot them back like arrows.

I have no remedy for cruelty,
no defense for such betrayal.
Dripping sorrow, I crawl away.
my head drawn in, my tail tucked.
He said he was my friend,
just before he raped me of my trust.