“I’m not happy for you”

I declare and the gasps of acquisitions

did not warrant a sickening wave of guilt.

I stare you down

“We were friends first!”

I remind you, while your fury

gathers in your fist and betrayal

shines in your eyes.

I subtly wink to the skies

As they have heard me

and gave me closure.

“I’m not happy for you.” I repeat

So you know I’m not joking

and there’s no revoking these words.

It still hurts and I want you to know

“I doubt I ever will be”

the truth.