Backstabbed

A poem I wrote to vent about a "friend" who thought he could take anything he wanted from me.

What is sticking in my back? You ask.

A Friendly Knife,

Why don't I pull it out?

Because,

Even as I pull he twists,

Rending my heart in two.

Reviews

[Alysha]

The truth of the matter is sometimes you have to learn to forgive before they apologize. I know he never will so I've let it die along with our friendship.

[ChristianM]

Ouch.
I hope you settled the dispute with this person.
Repressed emotions wreak havoc on the soul if left unresolved.
Sad poem but you convey the feeling pretty well.