Poems of Me

Misleading

2/10/14

Come, sit down

Talk with me

Or beg and plead

I'll pick you up from the ground

But wait just a minute

For my bipolar mess

To sink in and dress

This lie then strip it down to tarnish

I'll drop you from this height, you know

Lead you on

Make you think you've won

Then push you straight back to the friend-zone

I used to find it amusing

I'd say one thing, mean another

And you'd believe me and for it, you'd suffer

I'd know but I'd still play this game where you're loosing

Go, just stand

Now ignore me

Leave me begging and pleading

Inside my mind until I'm sand

Sand in the back of minds thoughts

Forget, it's better that way

I'll endure, I have no true friends anyway

I've given up, no time to be fought

I'm sorry Jay.