Frustration boils,
the pressure of his words
tipping her cover as
guilt overflows
unable to return
what he left there...

left lingering there

Those wretched words
slowly tearing her perfect picture to pieces -
her work of art.
Friendship defaced.

Anger grows and divides

towards him.
For a selfish confession
ignorantly spoken.
For leaving her with this black weight
to carry on her back.

And towards herself -
Her own blind and tactless ways,
too many smiles,
too much eyelash.

And now
only awkward silences and
indecisive eyes
remain
to deepen the pain,
the presence
of a threadbare bond.