May 5, 2013

• As You Wish

  There are those who seek drama. They love it. They crave it.

  If it isn't around, they'll even create it.

  It doesn't matter the destruction it might represent.

  The interesting thing? Sheer entertainment.

   

  There once was a girl, she made friends with a boy.

  He was kind, she was smart, their relationship a joy. 

  A compliment spoken, what's the harm in that?

  It's OK to say, "I like you, nice pants."

   

  We had things in common, had good conversation.

  You were someone I related to, but it caused a sensation.

  "Give them something to talk about." Yes, we did that and more.

  I didn't know real damage was already cracking the floor.

   

  That defining moment, a line in the sand.

  A breathless word.

  The beginning of the end.

   

  I did nothing wrong, you ended it anyway.

  With a statement of adoration?

  How do I respond to that? What can I say?!

   

  Turning this way and that, I spin totally around.

  I can't see straight.

  I fall to the ground.

   

  You lament your name, your reputation?

  I cry for our relationship bifurcation.

   

  "Enjoy each other without communicating."

  Your words were felt. I still feel them. They sting.

   

  You threw me away. A slap in the face.

  How can I respond with grace?

   

  It's with brokenness, my final verse is penned.

  As you wish, my dear former friend.

   

  As you wish, this is the end.

   

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