It's what friends *were* for ;)

I can't take this anymore,
I'm once again their whore;
I'm broken, bruised and sore,
and bleeding on the floor,
while kneeling on all fours...
That's when they shut the door;
I'm not welcome anymore.
But that's what friends are for,
that's what friends are for.
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Written one year ago to the day. It's amazing how people who care bring out the best in me as opposed to the "friends" I used to associate with.

"Perfection" at a cost

I knew she'd see, right from the start,
my love was free, hers'd cost my heart.
Now seeing right through it, this feeling I'd fight
Brown eyes now knew it, bright eyes shut tight
I offered all I had left, all hers for the taking,
With this heart in my chest, she'd heal of its breaking.
In that instant forgotten; the lust that we'd known
long since had rotten, our blossom that'd grown.
This split up our path, which at first seemed so lonely,
though she could turn back, mine's one way only.
The heartbreak she'd dealt, with that smile she'd force
That crush that I'd felt, had now run its course...
Brown eyes now've dried, blue eyes ever clear,
My clouds begin to hide, blue skies have now appeared.

They say swans mate for life...

I've locked myself inside my room
no time to waste, I'm leaving soon
packed my things, prepared to fight
smashed her wings and put out our light
faked a tear and wiped my eye
no look back, no wave goodbye
An ocean of blood and gallons of tears
the slinging of mud which preys on our fears
In this age of grotesque, arguments won with violence
Not a whisper of protest, among this deafening silence.
I see her, she smiles, my stomach exhales
she traveled for miles, but to no avail
I see her, I cry, she kneels at my grave
My last tear a lie that still she forgave