i let you have him
frisk him in front of me
i gave up my inhibitions
set myself free
so shall i tell the truth?
or help spin the web of lies?
you and him began to create,
while i loved myself
and LIVED my life.

rather pathetic
a pitiful cry of help
only thing i do to try

and you make him leave for someone else?
how much more **** can i throw
so that this blood rage
goes away
because now do i wonder
"how could you?"

and know this
im being good.
i havent called
whilst you have
yes recieved, and deleted
that WAS the life i had....
i will keep the memories.
the moments shared
but these last two years
a waste
because now
i am free
i can sing
having friends who care
whom honour you tried to tarnish
if they didnt like it
they would have said it to my face!

but i will make you see
through poet-tree
little words
little time
im living my life
start living yours
my verbal assault
ill spin the web of truth
and catch you inside
devour you with grace and
clever disquise.
set your **** ablaze
and have your days...
numbered.
wondering.
non-conforming.
*****, please
im free
one mans trash
another treasure
but rotting like compost
ive recycled
what i lost
what i gained
knowing that i wont take the name
a cheerful wish
i am over this
your silly refrain
"We're just Friends"
i'll say it again
with the truth spun in

"We Were Never Really Friends"

thanks for setting me free
i must thank you
but -- you're
dust in a swift breeze.