I cry, for all that I have lost, in you, as a dear friend.
I cry, not because you are gone, but because, you are not the person I loved.
Your twisted views, and sickening ideas, fill my heart with regret.
Your swift dismissal, and cowardly departure, remind me, who you truly are.
Not a lover, with gentle hands, or sweetened words, that roll off the tongue.
Not a giver, never there to nurture, but there to take all that you can get.
I cry, not because you are gone, but because you were never truly there.
I cry, because I believed in you, and all your false, and pretty faces.