Here's to you,
I'll raise my glass.
You don't lie worth ****
but I'll let that pass.
I didn't say
that it was wrong
to live on the dark side,
it just isn't for me.
I told you
what I wanted
and you told me
how you felt.
It appears that
I was just another
notch on your
yard long belt.
It's too late
to take back
the things we said,
whether they
were said in the kitchen
or said in the bed.
You're not hard
to look at,
but that just won't do,
you're poison to my system,
worse than the flu.
For a while
we were on a roll,
until it came to the point
that you asked me
to sell my soul.
You lied so much
and now you play
the old stand by card,
how you are afraid of me,
that I just make your life so hard.
But it isn't me that makes the calls,
leaving message after message,
they all start with rants,
as soon as I hear your voice
I hit save.
I don't listen later,
why I keep them
is a mystery to me.
It looks as if now
you are just some part of my history.
Yes, now things are different,
our friendship of years is dead,
still I find I need a turn-key,
one to unlock my head.
I ache for the
love of your children,
the ones that
I have known for years.
on the outside I don't cry
but on the inside
I'm full of tears.
Now that our friendship
is dead and gone
I know I have to grieve,
what I don't know
is in what way
and for how long.
Things will change,
they always do
but there is no chance
that they will change for you.
I still love you,
I love you as a friend.
But your addictions
are so bad of a sign
that killing you softly
is what comes to mind.
Yesterday, as well as today,
I miss what was,
I miss what was the good.
Your children must
be so confused,
that I no longer come around,
but to try and keep up the game
would not be very sound.
And now I hear
through the grapevine
that you are pregnant once again.
You can't afford the ones you have,
to include another is nothing
short of insane.
Your partner lives thousands
of miles away so he can make
the money it takes
to feed and clothe the ones
already here,
while you take his checque
and spend hundreds a month on
entertaining your fair weather friends
and beer.
You kept me around
as long as I was your go- to- guy,
someone to babysit
and drive you around.
When I started saying'no'
everything changed.
Nothing will be different
until your life
is rearranged.
There became no more requests to visit,
no invites for supper.
Well that is all well and good
but for the most part
it's your children that suffer.
So it's good bye, so long,
you've cut me out of the family.
But I guess everything must come to an end.
My only hope is that you will pull
yourself together and once more
I'll be able to call you a friend.
I'm all about forgive and forget,
I'm just not there yet.
Your slap in the face
when I brought over
your Christmas gifts
and what you said to
my friends.
Just as there are always
so many beginnings,
I see that there are also
so many ends.
Inside I cry,
outside I grimace,
but it is what it is none the less.
So here's to you,
may you hold it together.
May the days you have in store
be called somewhat better.
for now let us keep
our distance,
steer clear of one another
right down to the letter.
Once you can put down the glass
and return to what is the real world,
perhaps we can talk again,
perhaps we can 'let it go'
and once more address each other as 'my friend'.
© 2013
Like it's been said, there are three sides to every story, theirs and yours and the truth which lay somewhere in the middle.