“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”