The broom falls heavy on the floor
sweeping up the fragments of my disappointed heart.
The swagger of your once so-humble soul
echoes like a mockery in the chasm that now keeps the distance
between us both.
How can the one person I respect so much
change so dramatically between one phone call and the next?
You, I thought you’d always have my back,
fail, because you’re now too interested in your own fail safe.
The trust that once bound
disintegrates with each new thing you learn.
Your brilliance has become a curse,
your kindness melted from gold into
a puddle of finite resources made of Chinese plastic.
A voice, sturdy, now
more bendable, less flexible
A boldness once endeared
now feared,
wished away.
And I’m hoping you’ll just grow out of this.
Don’t over-change yourself because you’re
desperate for freedom from your past.
Promise me that you will climb over your
arrogance
and find the way back to the beautiful boy I was once so proud
to call friend..
Not a friend, this friend,
the knower of my colors
Capture this one not, o life
A prayer and deepest desire,
spare him his innocence.
Don’t let me down, o life.
not this one.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
The broom falls heavy on the floor
sweeping up the fragments of my disappointed heart.
The swagger of your once so-humble soul
echoes like a mockery in the chasm that now keeps the distance
between us both.
How can the one person I respect so much
change so dramatically between one phone call and the next?
You, I thought you’d always have my back,
fail, because you’re now too interested in your own fail safe.
The trust that once bound
disintegrates with each new thing you learn.
Your brilliance has become a curse,
your kindness melted from gold into
a puddle of finite resources made of Chinese plastic.
A voice, sturdy, now
more bendable, less flexible
A boldness once endeared
now feared,
wished away.
And I’m hoping you’ll just grow out of this.
Don’t over-change yourself because you’re
desperate for freedom from your past.
Promise me that you will climb over your
arrogance
and find the way back to the beautiful boy I was once so proud
to call friend..
Not a friend, this friend,
the knower of my colors
Capture this one not, o life
A prayer and deepest desire,
spare him his innocence.
Don’t let me down, o life.
not this one.
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