Sunday, 28 February 2010.

Is this what it feels like
to have the ground
under one's feet
the foundation
of dreams and of life
tear suddenly apart?


for now we'll need the
suspension of disbelief
that you who plan so
carefully, or do you
would suddenly snap
everything off and if
that's the case then
my world is falling
buildings crashing down
into the dust of
a crushed friendship
don't let this happen,
please, if I just
shut my eyes and wished
my world would swivel
into place, the
sundered ground below
stitch itself together
maybe I'll just need
to deceive myself enough
take a step off the cliff
into insanity

How do I say it?
this feeling of loss
betrayal, you're the
only one who's ever
found me so inadequate
as a friend, so what
is it that makes me
so fail, so easy to give up on?

Screw this.
If it's so easy to give up on me
then what sort of friend
are you?
Screw you.
I'm strong enough to stand on my feet
it'll take more than one blow
to shatter my life.
I can take all you can ever throw at me.
And more besides.
I'm so much stronger than you thought
that if you still care
you'll be proud of me.
I'm still in control enough
that the only one to break me
will be me;
you're still too weak
to level a blow
to crumble my foundations.
And it isn't time yet for me to fall.

{ 7:23 pm }