Second Tier Friendships
Are hurtful
When they're calculated ploy
And how much warmth you ladle out
And the distance you must maintain
Is carefully measured.
I don't mean I don't have gradations
And degrees of friendship
Evolving naturally over time.
But not those deliberate overtures
Of warmth
Which is reigned in and redirected
Once specifications formerly met
Are found to be limitations
I will not expect
Cryptic codes to be deciphered
I blame none but myself
For my gullibility
Is my guillotine.
I must learn
To keep at arm's length
Flattery is such sweet deception.
I must admit that I have
Lessons to learn.
Choose to love.
Don't love back.
The dear sweet girl
Who taught me this
Will become
Both rose and thorn
In my heart
Of aching pain
And remembered bliss.
(c) Amrita Valan 2017
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