The Littles

 

Forgive the littles. 

  They talk. 

They talk on subjects they don't understand. 

  They gossip- 

Our names on their tongues. 

Our reputations lambasted having never taken up a day in our shoes. 

  Could they even bare it? 

Nevermind what they say. 

  They are just littles being littles. 

Let them pick apart our names, 

  Like straw men stuck in their mind. 

Let he who has ears to hear, hear. 

  Let he who has eyes to see, see. 

Nevermind the avoidance on their wet lips. 

  Nevermind the blasphemies 

Against you, oh anointed in the flame, 

  And burning still solely alone. 

Nevermind the misconstrued 

  By those who harbor so little soul. 

No...

  Let us Nevermind the littles. 

Their betrayals we knew would come as whispered to us in a dream. 

  The pretense. 

Their pretense. 

 Had I expected anything better, 

  I held back to gain you benefit. 

Of the doubt. 

  Here yet, haven't they, and don't they 

Prove us right from gut to head? 

  Hadn't I known deep down? 

Obviously. 

  Obviously...

Or we would have been better friends. 

Now you beseech my name to bolster a demon. 

To defend what is irreprehensible. 

  I know it is because...

Deep down I never liked you. 

Never trusted you. 

  I had sniffed something out to which I could not put a name. 

And you...

  Mad...

That I did not take up your hand in friendship. 

Never mind that I was always kind. That I still answered the phone. 

  Truth is...

I just didn't like you...

  And now you, littles...

You wrath against what you could not control; 

  That I saw through. 

Showing true colors and all. 

  Proving only what I ever knew 

Deep down of you...

You little demons. 

  Ugly tiny souls. 

Picking up my name and tossing it between you, 

  For gossip and juice. 

What of a person can I be to you...

  Through such an ugly view? 

A view of a person you never knew at all? 

  Never even took the time to...

When yet, so convincingly, 

  I actually thought you had. 

Fakes. Little fucking fakes. 

  Snakes in the grass still stirring. 

But luckily, oh luckily...

  I have eyes to see. 

Ears to Hear. 

  And let them that believe you...

Find mercy in discernment...

  When all...

Comes to pass.