Mask 2

It's been quite some time

since I've chatted with her

not a single e-mail

though face to face I'd prefer

Then it pops on my screen

a message that states
“I'd like to talk,

and I'm sorry it's late”

I assure her it's fine

type formalities with haste

then begins her story

for it I am braced

And her tragedy drones on

Nothing I haven't heard before

I'm curious and ask

“Why run to me when you're sore?”

And the answer she gave me

Couldn't even compare

to diving head first

into a solar flare

For months we've talked

up late into the night

I lost sleep because I was doing

what I thought was right

She came to me for help

and more than once she had cried

and I tried to help, you know

thought I'd be a nice guy

I just stared in awe,

in my dim-lit chamber

“Idk, I trust you

because you're kind of a stranger”

I had thought all this time

we were bonding together

but I was just being used

I never mattered, not ever

The thorn in my side

turned to a knife in my back

through the disarray I see

my mask sliced in half

the sunlight burned

as my eyes adjusted

forcing me to gaze

at the woman I trusted