Enemy.

She’s so afraid of what I might say,
So she holds back her feelings and hopes for my happiness.
Then she loses interest when I’ve got someone’s hand to hold,
She looks in the opposite direction and hopes I don’t notice that sad smile.
She’s so caught up in this perfect little world,
Where our smiles are directed toward something other than their actual meanings.
She laughs in my presense to show that she would never cry in front of me,
She wouldn’t look at me like she used to.
She’d swear that she was okay,
But I really knew what hid behind her clouded eyes.
She’d hug me and whisper something sweet,
When I asked her to repeat she’d shake her head and apologize.
When she’d walk away from me,
I would think how much I missed her being my best friend.
I missed how I could tell her anything,
We’d laugh and joke about everything.
She was my friend,
Now it feels like she’s distancing herself from me,
Like I’m her enemy.