Writer: Aya Elsaeidy
Editor: Khaled Mohamed
dear person,
once called a best friend.
when I look at you now,
I see a stranger instead.
all I see
is but a mere memory
of what used to be.
an old photograph, filled with smiles and peace signs. but beneath, are yet unspoken lies, and crossed lines.
countless bridges,
that have been burned,
with just a simple
match you’ve scorched.
heck, you should even be crowned,
for how I have been clowned.
have you always been this way?
or have I been blind up till today?
did any of it matter to you,
like how it meant the world to me?
or did you just use me,
to cope with your insecurity?
