i should have left us at “how you doing?”
i should have never listened to your woeful stories.
the ones i’m sure you’ve told a thousand times before me.
i should never have shown you mine.
i should never have intimated we were friends.
your pain is so deep-rooted.
what will your life become?
you’re lost and lonesome, i wish i could keep you. but you make me cold.
you’re still a frail shook spirit.
you’re a marionette show.
your secrets are making your moves and your lies are pulling your strings.
secrets kill the soul.
lies desensitize the heart.
who’s gonna be there when the jokes on you?
when you cry?
when you fall you’re gonna fall hard.
it’s eventually going to catch up to you.
your heart still desires it.
nobody cares when the tears of the nasty falls.
you should play nice.
i know it kills you so.
i’m gonna keep your little secret though.
and you know that i know, you’re no superhero.
i guess your mama never told you “what goes around comes back around…”
much love & light to you.
i hope you change.
i will always have love for you
but i’m letting go.
i tried and i tried and i tried. then i waited. then i tried and i tried and i tried. then i waited.
you never came.
this is when the cowboy rides away…
; to be a better friend.
there’s been some moments in the last week where i’ve just had the thought that most of the peace and happiness that i’ve had, has comethrough experiences with people.
i want to be a better friend to my brothers, sisters, parents and everyone i know.
i know that’s where i’ll be happier. when i serve them.