Friend in my Heart Forever
Now, I hate her.
More than the word hath meaning
I see in her.
A mind so cunning
divides her from her pain;
Haunting,
Pushing her into a corner
so deep and dark that
even iceberg hearts
all look the same.
And yet, I love her.
As sister be sister
in rain or sleet,
and hearts bound once
leaves strings until end.
The sight of her breaks me-
but heals me,
and forever will be-
My friend.
Ashleigh Butcher
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