A Friend?

Despite all the evens and odds,
Every bit of intuition and suggestions,
I decided to forgive and forget
I trusted her once again.
I thought she was a friend.
A soul who might turn out to understand the love
Love that flowed from her friend's end.
Well, blinded that I was.
I couldn't see her shrewdness,
her disguise for me,
and that lethalness of her loathing,
It took a guy for her, to show me her real intentions.
Her real self.
The girl I thought was my friend.
 Was nothing but a frenemy in disguise.
A soul filled with venom of covetousness
A soul who could see nothing beyond her own ends,
her own selfishness.
And everyone else, was just another soul she could twist, turn and throw away when she was done foredealing!