Putting it to Rest

 

You had a choice, 

  Once upon a time....

To do the right thing....

  But you, 

       Never did. 

  That would have been, 

Your biggest mistake, 

 'Cept for all the chances you had to follow

 To just make it right again. 

  You hollowed out 

What we were. You stained it, 

and wittled it into a deranged arcitecture. 

You made me something I never was. 

  In your mind of all places. 

You abandoned us, our friendship. 

 

And the cruel intentions 

  And your games, 

Mauled what of me was left. 

I never thought I gave you reason 

  To do what to me, you did. 

and I also forgave you for it, 

  Wiping my tears from my face

     While slinking away. 

I also forgave you for it. 

But this time...

  How I can not do that. 

I can not afford you the same. 

For this last chance given...

  Was met by nothing more 

Than the old games, 

  and the same plays. 

I thought you might be better than that. 

But I should have known when you snuck back away. 

I thought the man I met,

  Face to face....

I thought that was the man you became. 

But as I suspected, 

  In the duressed silence...

You all this time, 

  Were just masking face. 

And I called because I've missed you, 

 But you met me with that old disdain. 

And you pushed and you pushed, 

  Everyday, 

Until I went back away. 

  And this, my dying flame, 

Was perhaps 

the biggest mistake

        you've made.