The Hurt

You seemed to be my surefire
In to my scariest secrets I let you,
Here comes the kiss of death that brushed my chin and left me for dead.
Both a dumb and smart move it was.
Without lifting a toe I have been to your emotional resident,
To find a hollow hallway.
I sought for a misplaced package in my name.
But so empty was the hallway

It feels so strong, the hurt.
It feels so off, the betrayal.
For once, I felt you could carry me.
Thanks to me, you swept me off my feet without trying
I can't say what this is, but I am aware it isn't your fault.
It has come to this now and I have to let you go even as a friend.
By the time I wake up, this dream would have played out, so I never cry real tears.
And I never have to express for you in person what my heart bears.