LoLLiGoesPop

Always uncannily how Fate seems to sting me at the precise moment.
Always when I believe that I have found another close friend in my life.

Thy words, spoken with scorn and disdain in secrecy,
have marred my trust and faith in thee beyond diplomacy.

Oversensitivity on my part? Or overly cynical in my thoughts?
A coincidence? I think not. A fluke? I trust not.

I know for sure that I am no pessimist nor am I a naysayer,
and if thou knew me, thou would surely speak the same.

Life is as such, and I can only chuckle in sullenness,
following the demise of this friendship and the residue bitterness.

But true friends, I do know now, are a breed in appalling scarcity.
This solemn fact driven by thee, has me already weeping in pity.