You were inseparable, like two peas in a pod. You spoke of what your lives would be like together. You were going to be each other’s maid of honor, and both have kids that would be the best of friends. In it for the long run.

You had matching heart necklaces, one half on each chain. Bracelets that said, “I Love You” and “Friends Forever”. But I saw how quickly things changed. The abuse wasn’t always there and when it was the reason wasn’t very clear. But I watched her hit you when no one was there. She thought you were asleep, yet you laid there aware.

In disbelief, you submitted in fear. When her mission was successful, she turned like she was never there. You're so good at hiding that you never let her see but it was in that very moment that your heart was cut so deep.

You wrestled from that point on, “How could this be?”, “Was there a hatred in her that she carried towards me?” But you loved so deeply that you couldn’t see. You made excuses for her and felt for her needs.

Jokes at your expense and side-eye glances. She threw them like darts as you stood in the passes. It wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. It wasn’t the best friend you see in the movies. A sigh of defeat because each time you look up, your life takes another beating, and your heart can’t keep up.

There was a darkness over you and a brokenness that no matter what you did would never mend. But I saw such courage the day you sought peace.

You brought the darkness into light, the scars she let bleed.

Yet your love for her increased your ache. A part of your heart is now shattered into pieces. I saw how you wrestled with the pros and the cons. Without her there was pain yet with her was the same. You felt broken and bruised and I saw the damage done. She took your voice and made you run.

You hid in the back with nothing to say. I saw you pretend every day that you were okay. No one else knew the secrets you shared so friends were divided, and you took the blame.

You were the bad guy that suddenly changed. You were never the same. Lonely and isolated with your head slung down. High school days were now a living hell.