The Switch

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    The Switch

    It’s just not fair
    when someone doesn’t care
    They’re your best friend
    and you’ve noticed that for you
    they will not bend
    You’d go to the greatest,
    farthest ends
    and for what?
    So they can pretend?
    So they can feel your craving
    for equal treatment and
    only lend you their hand?
    It’s laughable
    both you and I
    How hard I try for nothing
    How you cry for my science
    and then relieve yourself of my existence…
    until next time
    Your incoherence to my foot coming
    down is an ignorance that has
    welcomed my hate,
    my distaste
    Because while you were living
    then needing,
    my rage was building then exceeding
    You have caused me so much grief
    All this time I repaired and fixed
    The mind games that were played,
    the tricks
    It’s not even funny how I held on,
    how long I held on
    It’s not fair how it hurts for me
    I feel sick
    I mean, literally sick
    You said forever to me
    and even though I knew
    otherwise,
    I wanted to believe, so I listened
    We had close ties
    but then it was fated
    It was to be extirpated
    I foretold that back in school
    I was the obsessive fool
    holding on to fairy tales
    and reminisces of high school
    It sucks…this grief
    You were my pick,
    my BFF,
    then my Frienemy
    Now there’s nothing left
    It’s like she’s dead to me
    and she might as well be
    because that’s what
    my subconscious yells at me
    It was a rocky coaster
    full of adventures and good times
    but I’m aware of what’s happened
    and you’re not
    So when your plot thickens again
    You’ll run to her
    and she’ll be me
    I’ll not care
    I’ll go to no ends
    I’ll not bend
    I’ll not even humor you
    Then I’ll turn away from you
    and you’ll be me
    Now feel my grief
    Tell me, is it easy?

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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