What's Wrong

I'll tell you what's wrong

Despite your

Physical beauty

Intelligence

Vulnerability and

Tender heart

You are a bit

Of a selfish opportunist

And a chronic victim

There I've said it

I love you

But

I've listened

Advised

Encouraged

Filtered and still

One picture

Him

By a fire

Something snapped

No more standing by

While you destroy yourself

And your potential

I know that to be a true friend is to love

Unconditionally and

Without judgment

So rather than be inauthentic

I stepped away

Your hurt hurts me

But not as much as

Being your friend