apparent

 

          it is apparent you

          have no care for the wreckage

          left in your wake

unrelenting

 

i am tired

i am tired of

your foolish games & 

my weary hope &

the strain of

holding nothing

nothing real, anyway

nothing that helps

or heals

or holds up 

the strain of

eking out this small

choked misery

when the truth is

even when i sleep

i dream i dream of

your foolish games &

my weary hope &

these are my days &

these are my nights 

unrelenting 

&

all this

is a whip

i wove from

my life &

my trust &

my dreams &

i gave it 

to you

&

soon as

you had it

you used it

on me & on

my weary hope &

these are my days &

these are my nights

unrelenting

&

now 

you’re gone.

you got what

you wanted

i suppose

then you 

left.

i am tired

i am tired of 

the strain of

eking out this small

choked misery

& 

even when i sleep

i dream i dream of

my foolish hopes

& when I wake

i am holding

nothing

&

it’s

all my 

own stupid

fault i guess

friendship

 

          you brandished our friendship

          like a weapon but then you

          dropped it like an old toy