Here's to you

May 4, 2011
I'm tired and weak
and it's getting even worse with each second that goes by.
I don't think I'll be able to speak
the words that float in my mind.
There isn't a single doubt
about the way you've treated me.
I don't care about that unhappy pout
that I used to work so hard to relieve.
I have nothing left to stress
we haven't talked in weeks
and it's beginning to press
harder and harder on my mind.
There is nothing left to say
to someone who cannot find their own words
or tell me the time of day.
my head hurts
my heart aches
my butterflies have flown away
I will not be you door mat
that you step on each and every day.
I can ensure you that
I have a spine.
You just haven't seen it yet.
I want a friend I can all mine
without the neglect that follows.
You want to be my friend.
I have no problem with that.
You've made it clear until the very end.
But what about now?
We don't even acknowledge each other.
so how,
do you supposed this should work?
I'm not a pretender
I surrender.

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