Bittersweet

Explicit feelings of betrayal, and the idea that the victim in the friendship has to hide her feelings so the traitor can be happy

It still hurts when I think about it,

Leaving a weird taste on my tongue as I crack

A fake smile,

Wanting your happiness to flourish

Despite my agony. 

I forgot what they called this taste

But I try to swallow it and pretend it

Doesn’t make my heart split,

My eyes water, my breath quick.

I support you in all that you do, 

But when bad news comes along I cannot

Help but get that feeling of hope. 

Am I evil? Have I the seed of the Devil?
God and Karma both said

“Be happy for thine enemies,”

Yet how can I be when you hurt me

With one decision?

The offensive flavor coats

The inside of my mouth thick,

Turning my tongue into a cumbersome object. 

I am unable to tell you how I feel. 

My tears could do the job but I hide them.

I like seeing the smile on your face;

You blush like a bride at her wedding

Who am I to take it away?

How Venus loves Mars,

I tuck away my dark clouds

To help you enjoy your sunshine.

I drink to your health

And at last I know what to call

The bile that stands at the back of my throat.

Author's Note

Ignore grammatical issues. I'm not sure how punctuation is suppose to work with poetry; I rarely write poems