It's Over

You've always said, "I'll be there for you,
You can always come to me,"
But you blinded my eyes, and hoodwinked my mind,
And you hid the truth, so I couldn't see.
If offering my love, was such a sin,
And you were so offended,
Why didn't you tell me, to leave you alone,
Instead of acting like you condescended?
We aren't even friends anymore, and it's basically your fault,
For I tried to help, I tried to care,
But you locked yourself inside a vault.

We were good friends, and maybe more,
At least that's what I thought,
But then you ran, and slammed the door,
And this horrible scar you wrought.
When you reached out your hand to me,
I took it and guided you in,
But when I did the same, you just looked away,
And said, "Why should I help him?"
You've known that I loved you, and still you said,
"You're just here to help me through,
But take a look at the guy over there,
Isn't he just so cute?"

I've put up with that, for quite awhile,
And yet I tried to care,
Looking past that rough surface,
Hoping the light would be there.
But now it's done, I'm through with caring,
I won't put up with your girlish fears.
Our friendship is over, cry if you want,
But I won't help dry up your tears.
Don't look at me as some mean jerk,
For you are the one to blame.
How can anyone stand a walking pack of lies,
And not go immediately insane?

– Thomas Brooks ©