Of Friendships and Hate

Her head is tilted

Mouth quirked

Eyebrows raised

As if she could care less about the friendship that had been wilted

Stepped on

And thrown away

Like a piece of garbage easily replaced

Even though she throws her scorn at me

like hate filled orbs of malice

I hold on to her hand because secretly

I have caught a glimpse of the insecure vulnerable girl within

When she slaps me with angry bitter words

When she stares at me with obvious superiority

I refuse to let go

Maybe because there are times when I catch a glimpse of the girl I used to know