She comes and goes like the pain sweeping in and creeping out my heart.
A deep sting and a keen malice is what I felt
In equal mixture of faded friendship and some disdaining shame.
The jolt of love that was once ignited by shared compassion is all lost in the game
Of who walked more towards who when they were not supposed to.
It all ended in ignorant snarls and a nasty and fumigant glare.
The ghost of her still stares with boring eyes into the mirror figure of her trying her best to stay nonchalant and composed.
That ignorant figure and that sadistic ghost are maiming the lost yet stingy friendship.
The compassion was consumed by contemptuous conspiracy, while the confessions turned to the intending weapons.
The magic of fidelity  and the foes stayed burning in silence
Until one escaped its way home while other lost herself on her way to consume the maleficent throne.  


© sunshine07