Where are you that one person I can
really be friends with?
I need a location, an exact one,
I need to find you,
My life is going from South to South pole,
All these other ones are killing me,
It’s my dream to find you,
Make you my reality,
I confess I woke up like this,
I’m fully to blame because I leave myself
too out there,
Will I be able to open up to anyone again?
The one person I had let in turned out to
be another listener again,
Yes, can you imagine how it felt?
I am very devastated right now,
I don’t know what to think,
I think I need a drink, not a shrink,
Where are you that one friend?
You ask too much and yet you yourself
aren’t willing to divulge,
In which world is it right to do that?
Couldn’t you have at least stopped me?
You created these thoughts in my head,
And then you broke them all in one
sentence,
After all this while, all I’ve told you, all
we’ve been through,
I can’t believe you still say you can’t
trust me,
I thought that was part of being friends?
Were we? Is that what we are? Because
you bring it up all the time,
It feels like you were collecting dirt on
me,
Some things I can’t control, but I can
control who I share them with,
You said you let me in,
I wonder what that means because I’m
still standing at the gate,
And you show no signs of coming to open
up,
You’re making me shout from a distance,
The rain’s hitting hard, can’t you see?
I’m at a loss for words,
My voice is drying up from all the shouting,
My eyes tearing up for doing the wrong
trusting,
I try to describe it, I try to revive it
hoping that you get it.
Where are you that one friend?
I don’t want to go through this again,
Even though I try as you told me despite
my trust issues, It’s all futile,
The road narrows up again,
I find myself alone on it walking in the
dark,
You want to be my friend, prove it,
I don’t know how else to handle you,
I’d rather dance with my pain than kiss a
stranger laughing at me,
Four shades of black emanating from
within,
I am hurt again,
It’s like you don’t care,
I need some space, correct that, a lot of
space,
Take away the stars and the moon,
Just leave me the black bit,
So I can’t be visible from within it,
That way I won’t have to get hurt at all,
I’ll feel pain, yes, but I’ll talk to it and
make amends with it,
At least it understands me, and gives me
some time of day,
I was so caught up in this, having frequent
fantasies,
But not again, not ever, that’s the end of
it,
You have taken me down,
Down so far I can’t hear myself scream,
It smells worse than a dirty sewer,
That’s what I deserve,
I can believe this has happened to me, I
can’t believe it you caused it,
I can’t nearly say enough about it,
But for now, I want to thank you for
giving a kid a balloon and once he smiled
you popped it and took away his joy,
You took him back to his home,
His initial nightmare has welcomed him back
better than ever before,
And for that I thank you, it’s the most I
could do.
YOU ARE READING
Freedom Of Thought.
PoesíaIf my thoughts were a pen and my hands were the canvas, even I would not fully get the sense of it.
