I wrapped the wool
over my eyes,
afraid to see
you had two sides.
Showed loyalty
to tame my fears,
cried sensitive
crocodile tears.

One part of you
admired me,
the other part
a silent bee,
that stings without
the slightest hiss,
portraying love,
poisonous kiss.

Presenting trust,
so I could share,
my hardest truths,
creative snare.
A fake friendship,
one of a kind,
so true for me,
but I was blind.

Still grateful for
the times gone by,
when I was fooled
by your disguise.
You filled a role
I needed then,
pretend is good
until it ends.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy