don’t

melt of snow on mountain caps,the empty stump of a once vital tree,smoke drifting from rubblethe reach of my hand for yours but you drift awaywith the break of the wavescolored red, heartbreak,your tears don’t surface your emotions blind your eyesthe decision made, i see the hatchet bloodshed around us, only my pride left,don’t –

liar

you gave a promisethen broke it with a hammer,walked away smiling y’know, those types of friends. wolves in sheep clothing, i tell you.