You keep wasting words
In between hasty breaths so strong.
You expect me to still be listening
To your stories, demands, excuses, lies,…
Why I won’t listen to you?
I wonder how you even thought
About seriously asking that question.
Both you and I know it’s in vain.
You keep saying things as weird as
„I still love you, can’t you see that?“
Even though at the same time texting
The affair that is a friend to me.
And as you keep talking about „us“,
The eight long years we have known
In friendship and love and all,
I wonder if „us“ was meant to be a comedy.
It’s funny how you keep sharing love
With more than one person claiming
That each one is special and everlasting
And irreplaceable, incomparable,… and true.
I hear your rant, irritation evident
In your voice although there’s no reason.
Actually, I wonder why you are this frustrated
While I wonder wether she knows or not.
You keep ranting, yelling, pleading, talking.
And I found that although I am hurt,
I can’t shed a single tear just yet.
Maybe,.. I should tell her, because you won’t.
She still is my friend after all.
And that I lost you because of you
Doesn’t mean I would mimic the suffering victim
To silently lose her to you as well.
That’s it. I take one last look to see
The surprise written all over your face
As I went through the door before it closed.
She shouldn’t have to endure the same pain.
Inspired by „Poetry 101 Rehab“
Currently hosted by Andy Townend