You think I failed you, I think you fail me

So at least that is one thing we have in common

The accounts we tell others, are not the whole truth

Embellishing rags to pass as couture

You were the King on the board

I should have been your Bishop, or even your Rook

Not your little solider pawn

Your Queen protected you, She tried to protected me too

Your Knight got such undeserved praise

The Grandest of moves, the day the board claimed the Queen

The board broke the pawn, It stonewalled the Knight, & gave The King full control once more

The once protected, mighty King aligned himself with the callus, undeserved Knight

The board gained a new player, another Queen

The reign of the board was once more restored

Like a video game, Player One received an extra life

Yet, its wasted

This Chess game took such an odd turn

It’s now become a game of chance- Risk

I managed, because I was an ADULT, after all

You were not the only one that lost, but you still continue to lose

Undeserving, Unrelenting, Unbearable, Unrecognizable

Unaware of the second chance we both received

Your blind eye does not hurt just me

But the pieces of my heart that have come to life

There is never the perfect explanation…

The back-up to the back-up, to whom is a back-up still
You call yourself friend
Your displaced attitude tramples you into foe
We fought side by side
Through things that most others would abandon
Many of them did
My heart sang for your friendship, thinking you felt the same
I was nothing, short of wrong
What a pleasure it was to pick up all your garbage
The aftermath of your Murphy’s law
I wanted to be your door of opportunity
Only to be mocked as the mat that caught the mud of your shoes
One Guiding principle in life to still share though
My swan song, if you will
Be a good person because it is who you are
Not for what it may get you
Be honest
Be fair
Be gentle
Know your worth
Understand that poison can still taste like kool-aid
The way a snake no longer just crawls on its belly or has scales
Snakes wear some of the biggest & brightest smiles
While hissing through their teeth
Forgive them when they bite, for they will
Forgiveness is not ours to withhold
a bargaining chip to earn good graces
Forgiveness requires you to move on, fully & completely
For the snake’s nature is to strike, for its own survival alone
Good people want to save them
But to save them
We must leave them