caustic comments restated to make the harsh truth behind them
a little easier to bear should tender eyes that belong
to the person they're directed at chance upon them
barbarous truths spoken with brutal precision
now laid out in more pleasing patterns
so they don't gouge holes in your heart
already so unfairly scarred
bits and pieces of the original message
laid out in a spastic manner
thrown out like words from a drunk
uncaring as to the consequences
such are the way words of anger often act
I gave my all, and seemingly got as much back
but was discarded at the first opportune moment
or maybe the self destructive drives eradicated
all the history laid down to strengthen
the relationship of friends, now strangers
who know each others names and faces
but no longer know the true person behind the facade
renew the bond, or let it die, it's up to you, but please decide
for this lack of communication is wearing
on my mind, and I assume the worst
and hope for the best
but know that the truth
is closer to the former