Thursday, May 01, 2008

To Me

To me
There is a sticking point
To your faltering logic
For you say
You would have picked me
Over him
Means decisively
You would have picked me
Before you even thought of him
To continue
This so-called fallacy of a friendship
With such a fool, liar and a cheater
Says a lot
Whether or not
You believe what it means
It is surely enlightening
Harsh choices
Call for critical decisions
You want to further strengthen
That weak bond between us
So-called friendship of ours
Then you must not associate
With misfits who whine
That crave attention
Who cry
As a way to trap
Who is not man enough
To own up
Even if he does now
It is past fashionably late
Has not meaning
Rather adds to the farce
I have researched this issue
Through and through and through
To the point of sickness
Frustration on end
Others of you know not
Speak of his ill wills
Of his bait and switch
The lost of character
Using his brother
As a selling point
True men
Take their rightful blame
I am irritated
More then that
Flabbergasted and shocked
Seems more like it
But apparently
You don't seem to see
The gravity of the matter
Callously and without care
Hiding beneath
In the dark and despicable
First of all
You broke a trust
My loyalty you tested
Surely enough
The ties that bind
Hang dangerously on a ledge
I can give forgiveness
Yet I cannot forget
I guess that's where my logic
Is found to diverge
All thanks to you
Never thought that could happen
I may be your friend
But other doors of opportunity
Closed indefinitely possibly forever
You walk the unspeakable route
Worse decided upon
Want proof of such disaster
Which family or friend
Approves of your pathway
Reason your way out of that one
And I mean your closest advisers
Where are they now
Do those strains tell you anything
Tell me that
Tell me why
If you don't understand
Then you never understood me at all
My standards are not necessarily
Different from any other respectable guy
This is not just a made up standard
Of which I sure is not different
For respectable women
A fallacy of a match
With a ex-roommate
I know I'm nice
I'm told that I may be too nice
Sure I take hits for it
For who I am
At the same time
It is what frustrates me
I will not be used
Whether intentional or not
You want my support
My truest thoughts
Choices are close approaching
Of what is necessary
And surely they are
Talk to the fool
Don't talk to me
Cause in reality
What's the use of being friends
With a liar
A betrayer
I've made my decision
Not to be hurt
Betrayed behind my back
By this weakling
He is no friend
Nor shall he ever be
I cannot let myself be pulled
Through the gutter
I may have to make another
Tough decision
Consider this a warning
If necessary
I will
Cut all ties
For my sake
I don't know the time
Nor how
For my sanity
This I may be willing to do
I'm tired of the shit
I want to sleep comfortably
I want to dream sweetly
I want to pull this knife
Out of my back
But somehow I cannot
Maybe its related
To your ill-founded foul friendship
Simply and surely
I want to be friends
But I cannot
If you are in communication
With an idiot.

The bottom line: We can be friends but that may grow distant as I move away from the mess and rut that you created. I am not going to clean up something I did not cause. With a keen eye I know what choices are needed for a satisfactory resolution however it is not my call. I can only react and at the moment, that reaction is to distance myself from the trash.

I have spoken my peace. My poetry is my therapy. The ball is in your court. What shall you do?

1 comment:

Tot's Mom said...

Thanks for dropping by my blog. Sometimes, when we need to cut ties, so be it, especially when it is for the better. ;)