some slight vestige that used to sound like care
rolling off your pursed and angry lips,
hints of something cowering underneath
or meshed right through,
the strain is evident
how could you?
think that you were all that mattered here
your wants trump my need ...

whatever happened to common courtesy
consideration,
respect
I hurt beyond these scope of words
and all their various meanings,
realization sinks deep
it's most uncomfortable here
this place I find myself with you ...

you called yourself my friend
someone who understood,
those words you shared meant nothing
as nothing you said carried through,
your actions made them lies
your behavior tells a different tale
relentless,
obsession
hostility and rage ...

you call yourself my friend?
it's with great regret and shame I have to admit
this reality sucks,
I never really knew you or what I thought was true
and now would never want to,
or even care to try ...

meaningless chatter, blabber, blubber
what a waste of time and space
including everything in between,
dissipates and evaporates
with the morning breeze,
twisted tease of empty thrills
for a delusional mind and desperate soul ...

why not take your rubbing sticks
and roll right back to somewhere dark
where embers refuse to glow,
you'll find your kind with hanging teeth
and snarls that won't let go,
just stay the hell away from me ...

07/19/2007

Posted on 07/19/2007
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