They calk you names you start to believe them
You throw it back in their face and have the nerve to be mad at you.
Call them on their bs and they try to justify it as right.you stay away because your better off without. They come back like theyve done you not wrong. Life is about going forward not back
They arent right trying to tell you how to act
You escape their maze of lies now they play the victim and cries for forgiveness
You wanted their love but got nothing now love is appreciated else where now they act like they care you learn the hard way life is not fair
You chase success and failures try to bring you down with them. Get in shape others hate. You know what you want they compromise you to settle for less when you should be at your best

Try to make friend
Instant end
God I'm ******* stupid
Like lupin
I just wanted to talk
But friendship I calk
Like a bottle of wine
Be so bad if it was between the line
And they fine
But its okay
I tried to help and say
That they should stay
Take life another way
"Its okay"

The ocean is now far
It's calm
It's lore
Far resigned
Frothing
& overcast
Poor Mighty Joe
Who believed
In the wayward farce
Of sky
& hearth
Waffling tongue first
Upon the spigot
An applejack gait
Childlike & trepidatious
In regards to you
But I am content

The rumbling is heard
Submerged in a greasy
Damp head of hair
Not like his
Not like hers
Gray
& unkempt
Like calk on the basin
Keeping the tide
From pouring over
Another glass
& it'll dry out
Here in the murky
2 feet of water
Red skin & brave
Wrinkles in time spilled
With every clink of the tumbler
Wrinkles in a mind revealed
But I am content

The bath runs hot
Bubbles & lavender multiply
Ice breaking in the steam
Tobacco crushed emotions
All tastes sweet
All desires salt
These are your things
The things
Which I am not supposed to believe
The passion that soaks up the dusk
The poison that sweats out the dawn
But I am content

To remind oneself
There is no thing
Stare at a mirror in the dark
Lack reflection
Breathe in the cracks
Til you can't tell them apart
Drip dry
& tremble
Buttressed by numb tiles
Take comfort
In the absence of
Fine linens
& the abundance of sweat
Be content

A free mind is
A boat out on the sea
In the calm of the storm
Open water & whitewash
The cost
Rowing out
Into a tub
Filled with dirt & soap
The faith of a filthy life
Watching the spiral
Following it
To that
Which waits beyond the walls & pipes
That blathering led you back into the cocoon
Slapping on the walls as you plunged into another drink
The penance
Is a man
Who is not what he thinks
But I am content