If you ever start a sentence that way again,
this will be the last message I’ll ever send.
Pressing my thumbs in my eyes that I
may blind myself from your letters.
When a response is just the start
to an argument,
then my unbroken silence is my reply.
(Cue: Overused Cry)
Friends stand by you.
A hero in your heart,
but our hearts are most deceitful.
Devils stand by me.
A villain in your heart,
but remember your heart is most deceitful.
There are times when we must move on.
How can I do that when you’re still
holding on?
These are the lies that you’re
feeding yourself.
Denial is what you reach for in the shelf.
Memories can get you drunk and
you won’t remember it in the morning
that those memories fade into the grey.
I can’t be your friend today.
My plane has long since flown away
leaving you on the ground
trying to catch a cab to catch up.
Life has meaning.
My definition is not what yours is supposed to mean.
You won’t take comfort in the words
I give because they’re not the
words you want to hear.
Listen my dear, your excuses turn to anger to fuel
your flame that I only ignited.
Let go. Disconnect the chords
that have been cut for so long.
The responsibility has left me
because when I’m not involved,
how could I do you continuous wrong?
The options are all yours.
I hope you know.
These messages are like open sores.
These words are all I have to show
for the time was fun,
but those days are done.
Done.
You won’t take comfort in these words I give
because they’re still
the words you don’t want to hear.
For once, deny your thoughts.
Deny your heart.
Lend an open ear.
