You know, you could have said, Almost anything in the world. But after three years, Of our souls colliding, When you called me, The manipulator… That’s where you lost me. You played and worked me over, Every time the leaves, Adjusted their colors, To accommodate the seasons. Hearing that, of all things, The audacity was enough. I was your toy, Cooperative and loving, Enough for you game of house. I knew growing a back bone, Was going to illicit, An absurd reaction. But to question my intent, After everything? It was like watching, Cinderella remover her shoe, And squeeze in on, The prince’s foot. Heel hanging out the back, You spewing accusations, Like a volcano vomiting lava. I apologized because, the accusation was false. You peeped the opportunity, Erupted and pointed at me, For the destruction, In the lava’s wake. This time was a first though, You knew how the script, Had been written 20 times before. You just took the opening, To justify the magma, swallowing the earth. I shouldn’t have presumed, but a real friend, would have seen the past, and the sincerest of sorrys, and moved past it. Instead you murdered, our friendship. And for the final time, I threw water on the embers, of a once city sized flame. Putting out the last fires, That burned in my heart for you. You never gave me the love, I invested in you. So it was silly of me to expect, something you never have before. —— Understanding
Poetry