Blinded by facades
Preoccupied with lust
Once my loyal other half…
Now all that’s left is dust
Letters written, opinions voiced
Failed attempts to make you see
I trusted you with my secrets
Yet now you barely notice me
You say you care, I’m number one
But how can that be so?
When I’ve always been second best
To all the different guys you know
I tried my best to salvage things
But friendship is a two-way street
Apparently compared to guys,
Well they will always have me beat.
So what I guess I’m saying now
Is I’m tired of the fight
If you won’t play your role in this
Then I guess I won’t be in your life.
Author notes
I won't burn the bridge, but our friendship is severely damaged at the moment.
What speaks to you? What do you feel?
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I was going through some older writes and noticed one of your comments, I haven't noted you in while and see you haven't written recently, however...
You need that last line to be your pinnacle of truth.
One's sex doesn't play as much as a role as you'd like it to be. It's easy to blame an entire race especially when it's populated by clones, however that door swings on a 2-way hinge.
Some bridges are o.k. to burn... or blow to smithereens!
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