Sunday, August 28, 2011

So easily did you wash your hands of me
Bluntly did you state your claims
Years and memories
Erased

Mistakes I indeed made
Perfection I have never claimed
Friendship was my offer
Given with trust, belief and love

Miscommunication; I admit
Misunderstanding; even more so
Guilt; I have many
Pride; an ill weakness

I heard your words
I still hear them
Haunting me in dreams
Clouding my thoughts

True to nature
Stubborn you remain
My side unheard
Assumptions made
Your source
The damned grapevine
Stubborn you did remain

I miss you
Probably I always will
However it’s not worth my feeling of loss
For you are no better than I

13/06/09

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