“Friendship is a delicate beast
That you must tend with utmost care,
Because, if it ever escapes,
You’ll wonder if ’twere ever there.”

You told me this, though much too late,
After I’d let false friendship grow.
There was ne’er reason to warn me,
As it’s something I well should know.

Time passed like strangers lost in mist,
And my little faults were revealed.
Though I’d been self-sacrificial,
Our relationship I had killed.

How? I fin’ly withheld the blade
I’d long used in sacrifices
Of precious, intangible things,
Being sure the past suffices

To build a strong rapport with you.
But you forgot all I’d given
The self-same moment,
And our shallow bond was riven.

That is to say when I perform
In a manner which pleases you
And live up to all your standards
We can be friends; if not it’s through.