Well, I was sick of you blaming me
For everything wrong in your life
Pretending that I was dead
As if it caused me no strife
You were no perfect angel
Though you thought yourself so
If you treat me like a plague
No wonder I'm glad to see you go
Go, run home to your mother
I treated you like a friend
Sharing my food and giving my time
Guess it wasn't good enough in the end
Nothing but empty promises
Manipulation and lies are your friends
We ate at the same table
But you made the rift to mend
I am sick of you tearing me down
But you live in awful memories
I know I wasn't perfect
Yet you made life hell for me
Go, run home to your brother
And the boy who makes you blue
If you cling to fresh flowers
Your hate will kill them too
I wish that I could send you off
With nothing but cheer and good-will
I swore you had a nice side
Yet your barbs are in me still
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Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PoetryDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
