Some things are one-sided |
They'll say you're their friend A trusted companion, maybe a lover Until the smiling facade falls away Shreds, Like skin from a wrinkled old potato. When they think you aren't listening. And mercilessness spills from their lips. Not the kind of harmless gossip That ladies squawk about When they sit in high backed armchairs Sipping tea in the noonday sun, But the kind that cuts deep in your soul Harsh and jagged like an old rusty razor blade The words tumble out And wash away the sandy wall of your friendship. The words rip into your heart Like a powerful river breaking a dam. And you sit and stare, in disbelief At the wreckage left behind. Murmurs of the past And you'll wish it all gets erased by the tide No more smiles No more glowing appearances Just an empty sad silence. When you give and you give And expect nothing in return Sometimes, You end up with something you never wanted You never asked for. And yet, Here it is. Remnants of a time long past. When you still believed that all beings Had some light Some beauty, some kindness inside It's all just ashes now To be washed away by the sea Mixing with the sand castle of a false friend |