Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Greatest Tool

How dare he
Put this on me.
Infringe upon my senses-
So easily.

This burden-
It was never mine.
Always his own-
Always his fault.

He could have changed.
Changed their minds
To spare himself
From acting so clandestinely.

Instead, he hides
Like a coward-
In a crowd.
In the dark.
Behind others.
Behind me.

He is my friend,
So I will still stand
By him and her
With a hollow smile
Filled with rage and bile.

But to have the audacity
To lay this burden upon me.
I am offended that he
Would do without agree.

A second time does he try,
Act upon instinct and anger, will I.
Then out he will go.
Out and down from that window.

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