A foundation of a friendship held up only by the stakes
Seven years of going yet it's time to slam the breaks
Your pour poison into wounds while I'm ridden with despair
But I don't know how to leave because no one else is there
Words of hatred leave your lips only to disappear
Full of warmth and love until your anger's solely here
Our friends think you're the kindest, most understanding there could be
But God they haven't a clue that you're so fucking mean
Tell me again of your essays about how hated I remain
Or how if I could see what you've written that I would never be the same
You think my vulnerability is a weakness, but that's your own mistake
I'm not ashamed of loving, yet you're sick without a sake
It's time to walk away but I have no destination
I haven't a real friend, just inauthentic obligations
It's not your fault, I know, we were so well built to break
Our craftsmen only wondering of how much I would take
My heart holds no hatred, only hope that I'll have better
And in your times of need, I'll be there despite the weather
I love you so, one of my oldest friends
I dearly hope upon one day we can begin again.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
