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Wet



I need you more than vice versa
I hang on your every word, every whisper
You say I drain your ability to dream
I absorb any spark of inspiration it seems
If I disable you so much, as you say
Why is it then that you stay?
You claim I suffocate you
Walk away from my pain, start anew
Do you stay out of some misguided loyalty,
Or pity when I have no one else to be with me?
I try not be a burden to you all the time
I know it’s not easy for you when all I do is whine
I don’t want to be the tag along, unwanted misfit
But I don’t want to lose you when so full of charm and wit

You should have been honest with me
Instead of giving the cold shoulder repeatedly
Fuzzy expectations, blurred lines of respect
Or is that an unknown, unwanted dialect?
Whether you hate me or not is irrelevant
Spilling my secrets is no proper way to vent
What our friendship can now be, limited by deceit
Bonds weakened by the fencing you placed around me
You expect me to be the one you once rejected
But I’ve learnt from your mistakes that infected,
The core of our friendship, the give and take
Left only with pain and heartache in it’s wake,
I know I leant on you when things got ugly
But I was there for you, you haven’t forgotten, surely?

You were heading on the downward spiral of remorse
Shrouded by guilt for what you did but what I did was worse
I expected you to be the perfect friend, but I’m ready to forget
Are you? Can we start again? I promise not to rely on you, be so wet
I’ll keep my problems to myself, let them fester under the pressure
Will you want me around again if I try to give all the needed gestures?
If I pretend all is fine all the time, and never moan or whine again
Can we be ‘friends’? The ones where no matter what, we smile in the rain?
I know it will be false, forced and such thoughts, but isn’t that preferred,
To being real and having no one when left behind by the vulgar herds?
I’m glad your giving me this chance to prove how sorry I am, I’ll say it out loud
And crumble from the loneliness that comes from following the crowd