Lying to Ourselves Never Solved Anything
by Krystle A Mullin
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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This poem describes a friend realizing their friend has changed and trying to make peace that.
Your fishing for compliments
Waiting for someone to pay attention.
But in all reality youíre fishing for confidence.
You know nothing but yourself
Asking for the facts
Put them in a box; away on your shelf.
I try to break down that wall
Youíve built to save yourself
You have such a way of making me feel so small.
There was once a time,
I called you my friend
Now I donít know when
This hell is gonna end.
Shut me down
And shut me out
I donít know you anymore.
One night stand here,
One nasty look there,
I donít even care.
Remember that mix tape that I made,
You throw it to the side.
And you tell me how you just got laid.
Well guess what, Iím over it.
The passive aggressive bullshit,
So go on and cry and throw that hissy fit.
Youíre not my friend no more,
I donít feel bad for slamming that door,
Guess what I lied Ė you are a whore.
Iím wondering what the protocol is
For ending this thing we call friendship.
So stranger I guess weíre done.
We are through.
This time wasted on me and you.
Cuz I donít know you.