Things don't
get done

Unless there's someone
doing them

The "SHIP"

of our friendship

stands marred,

broken and scarred

are our hearts

that beat apart

and out of sync,

empty to the very brink.

Now that I think

with every blink,

we came with a date

of expiration in wait

because the very word

that defined our world

had an "END" to it

-fading friendship bit by bit.

I have been patient with you and the rest of our race,
all I did was to play the role and have a taste.
Taste of being nice and good at times like this, how come
you're mad when it's you whose in fault.

"A little more, a little more, bare and hold it in"
a thing I say to myself when you're clearly guiltless.
You turn your words onto me when it's time to confess,
tell me! is it that hard to know what is 'oppressed'.

I held myself and my fist, even though I'll win.
well, clearly you know and knew it's not my thing.
that's why you limit me with everything.
I was just trying to be nice and you just ended me.

Remember, I'm Older.

You told him he ***** me. That wasn’t the case.
Saying you’re doing it to protect me but in reality it’s you that your protecting.
Thinking you can meddle in affairs that aren’t yours.
You kept telling me to leave it in the past.
It happened.
It’s done.

So why couldn’t you?

Out of all the things you said about me.
To my face, your friends and family, it was *******.
Believing in something that I know I ruined.
Still never fails to be brought up.

Thank you though. You showed me far more than before.
I hope you know that this was it.
I hope you know that I did try regardless of your assumptions.
I hope you know that you’re not the nice guy that finished last.
If you were then me and your ex’s wouldn’t be thinking the same thing.

All will go well for you though. You can focus on your real girl.
The one you can’t truly stand to be apart from.
And I really do hope it goes amazing for you both.

Have a good one, goodbye

I’m damaged goods
And I don’t know why
They say that I’m great
Their eyes tell me lies

I’m broken, I’m beaten
A victim of abuse
I’m angry, heartbroken
Tired of all the misuse

It’s a matter of time
Before the glue runs dry
The pieces now scattered
And the last of me dies

Happy Thanksgiving.
The day of giving thanks for all we have.
And I give thanks that I’m strong enough to do what I need too.

You won’t bring me down with your atrocious comments.
I won’t allow you to ruin me more than I already have.
I waved the white flag.
I surrendered.
It’s not enough.
I have to be punished for the choice I made for myself.
Tell me how can you play the game if only one is playing?

No more.
I’m taking a stand and I stand for myself.
We are going our ways and I’m fine with that.
I accept my choice, but there’s no need for me to hurt anymore.