What does it mean to banter me with knives. // Cold steel isn’t a toy, // it cuts to burn as it slices // through the air with a glint. // I’m not forever anything, // so don’t keep that in your mind. // Break that platform you stand on // because your choices will lead you // down a path where God can only do so much. // He won’t make your passion, // won’t take all of your sorrow. // He will guide and provide you comfort, // but all those circling vultures // will still be there. //
I see your sticky fingers // and your blazing eyes, // don’t pretend you don’t steal... // don’t pretend that you don’t mean to. // I know you do. // You take and take and leave nothing // but scraps I must race after; // like catching a one way train, // running as fast as you can // but all you catch is dust // and rocks that bite your knees. //
I won’t pretend to understand, // but don’t pretend to know this side of the fence. // Just because you see a movie of a dying man, // doesn’t mean you give everything into one relationship. // For you are stealing others time with you, // and my time with her. //
Expressions like the ones you hate, // are used for blind-careless people like you. // So go on and run in the fields of love. // Take a ship, // and if love fails // or fate decides her life is meant to end // and you’re left alone: // remember you decided to take that ship. //
Castaway’s don’t have family to throw them life vests... //
only strangers in the dark. //

Sincerely yours,

Women Who Puts Friends Before Men