Oh dear friend, why don’t you fade away,
From my memories that haunt each day.
Should I forget you? Wish I could,
I try to hate you — but I never could.
You called me names I’d never known,
“Finish it,” you uttered—and my heart was torn.
Names I had never known before,
Thy called me those; you taught me sure.
I wish I could hate you, forget you, let go,
But the kindness, sincere, the respect still pulls back all.
Where does this leave me? I can’t pretend —
I thought I still had a real friend.
Long, long before, your heart had turned,
Hate and shame were left, I learned.
Was it all true? Was it enough?
To change my heart, too – of contempt?
To hate the friend,
To hate the soul sister —
I try… but my heart doesn’t seem to thicken.
And I hate myself for not hating you,
Though I should’ve — though I know.
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