A Poisoned Fruit

I was angry with my friend.

I told her so.  It did not end.

It only made her anger bright

And flame on, into the night

For I was angry with her lies

No longer hidden behind green eyes

Every day more plain to see.

Who did she lie to most: her or me?

Now I question everything,

Grieving over that which made me sing.

We garner the love that we make

Yet with her, it was all fake

And so my love, my friend, is gone

Reaping the fruit of seeds long sown,

Bitter, watered by my tears.

My soul weeps for my friend so dear.