Warning: You may not get this poem...at least not right away. In the process of writing this poem I relized how fake I am to my "friends" they don't know half of my life and yet they are still considered one of my most important assets. This poem started off as a hate poem about an ex boyfriend and ended up as a true friend taking a vacation from another true friend. I know now that this person and I are going to be connected in the afterlife somehow. Because we are both never complete honest in fear that we will get hurt. Some day when we are still living I hope he relizes that and finds the trust in me that I was starting to have in him...Now the poem.
You lie.
You cheat.
You use.
My eyes are heavy from crying.
My heart in on the floor and you keep stomping on it.
My head is spinning with your confusion.
You told me you were different.
You told me you cared.
You told me I was the only one.
I believed you.
I trusted you.
I had faith in you.
You coped out.
You made up a story.
You said God says "NO"
I said we should have talked
I said we could have prayed for more guidence.
I said we now can't be friends.
You said yes we can.
You said you still cared.
You said you would be there.
I need you now and you're not here.
I need you touch.
I need to feel your breath.
You pull away.
You say there's no one else.
You lie straight to my face.
I now know.
I know the whole truth.
I know you don't care, but I'm glad you're friends still do.
You'll come clean
You'll have to on your judgement day.
You truely are my kindred spirit.
But it will just take you awhile to figure it out.
