broken plate

winds of change
just blew sand in my eyes
will it ever be different?
friendship
the word as it stands
rings hollow anymore
no integrity
and I’m the silly girl
who leaves her door open
I let you into my house
you let me into yours
but I must have broken a plate
or used the wrong fork
because I’ve not been invited back
instead it’s clear
the assassin’s been here
and wiped out all evidence
of me
why is it always okay to hurt me
just because it’s easy to do so?
when you need me next
little girl
but your friends speak of cathy jeans
or you can’t tell them your true spirit
the one you showed me
you remember how today
you bounced your duchess self out the door
when you should have been taking me with you
I still took the high road