by Nadine Angela-Louise Jones

Created on: March 06, 2010

You say things,

 stupid things,

the things you do are even worse,

you have moments of clear judgement though,

or at least the brief inclination of it,

you plan to do things right,

do you plan to do things right?

Or are they just empty words?

Is it conviction that is hampered by fear?

Whatever they are they seem to fall through almost immediately,

What do you need this poisonous escape from?

You would never tell me and it must be bad if you’re willing to go this far.

I wondered if I had it once,

If that joke was not an obscene lie,

I wish you would tell me again,

I wish you would confide in me,

I wonder why you would make yourself lose out on that,

You had it before,

Why shun me to hurt yourself?

Or is this preservation for you?

It really wasn’t long enough for any affect,

It angers me when you say you’re going to do the things I wanted you to do,

Now that I am absent,

I would never go back to you,

 I couldn’t,

It was like a suffocating hell,

But I have you as a friend whether you want it or not,

yet I know all you want is an ego boost,

One more person you think you can play games with,

Head twist,

You may be that arrogant but you’re really not that important,

I say this here because I can’t say it to your face,

Because you are gone,

And that’s fine if that’s what you want,

No skin off my nose,

It’s a childish way of being though,

Pointless when there is nothing there.

I wish you'd break out of this disgust inspiring state,

Why do you want pity?

Why would you love playing the victim, the martyr?

I agree you’re not confident,

You’re arrogant,

You hurt people and that springs from insecurity,

If you were confident you wouldn’t need to damage others,

You’re like a sickening pied piper,

Colour me curiously exasperated.

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