There is this fake beauty that exists
somehow, behind your eyes.
This cold, exacting calculation.
And the worst part of this is
how you masquerade it as truth.
As devotion. As beauty.

An insecure little girl who
knows how to frame things just
right, to show everyone what
you want them to see.

I fell, somehow for your friendship
in the ways you were kind to me.

The dream of you lasted
for far too long.

Thank god
I finally
woke up.

"Fair Weather Friends" by Radha Kistler {radhakistler.com} (via floatinginthethoughtstreams)