sometimes love is upside down and twisted

I thought he was my friend,
but he was not my friend.
He was caught up in evil the entire time.
The evil of his companions he has always been
around on the other side of the screen.
The time he spent trying to figure me out,
trying to accomplish his ultimate goal,
to engulf me in the evil he was surrounded by.
What I am thinking when I still think, pray and write
about someone I thought was my friend.

But the experience has taught me to be cautious.
I now see people living in a close location to me,
surrounded by the evil he was or is surrounded by.

I know to be distance,
to blend in with my surroundings,
not to initiate them
I know to stay away.

What am I talking about?
I am talking about his street gang,
I am talking about how I knew it 99 percent of the time
I talked with him.
How I loyaly stayed and acted as his friend.

And how he saw it as a weaknesses,
trying to take advantage
and eventually tried and succeced
in figuring out how to hurt me.

I supposed of you have a gang of people
trying to figure out how to
chase someone away,
looking at what I cared about
and turning it upside down,
as to intentionally upset me.
Then they succeded.

But I still fall back into my weakness,
I still care just like I always have cared.
I still pray when I think about him,
I pray
I see results when I see him online.
I see him write of how God can heal and change you,
I see it
the answers to my prayers.
I see God change the weakness into a strength.
I know why I met him,
but it still lingers in my heart that I miss his
companionship.

And this is something
that I write about when I write of my poetry.
Most of the poetry I write,
years go by
and its all thoughts of him.

So it is written,
so it is done.