the term 'friends' was once pure and untainted
as far as restricted human will would permit
but this day has brought about changes
with whispers and giggles; a new fire lit.
what did you consider love,
of which you speak so openly now?
for surely what you'd prior shown
was much lesser than sacred vows.
love! i scoff at your use of the word!
so disdainfully tossed about!
no, love is not an emotion you extended
with your mockeries, teasing, and pouts.
claims may be made, concerning 'joking'
but you cannot deny what's been said
paranoia coupled with the name spoken in low voices
could make anyone suspicious and mislead.
and thus, one carried it even further
using the weapon of the written word
weaving an intricate web of hatred
that later would be differently said and heard.
no. love isn't what you showed him.
especially not in your writing.
and when you came to defend yourself,
it was the same as always; for your sanity, fighting.
you said that you were sorry,
but that hollow promise had been used far too much
and when you tried to gather pity, oh, poor you
he finally realized it was a pattern as such.
look back upon your past years,
and you can surely find,
that in that time you've hurt him plenty
but it had always ended on the same, pleasant line.
well not this time.
he found the strength to resist your weakness,
and destroyed, for his safety, your last rhyme.
the last remnant of your epic connection.
by
undefinedloveposted on 01/15/2008