My dear

Relationships and friendships always require an effort, but when they start costing parts of ourselves the pain risks growing deeper than the love, and that is a frightening notion. For a very dear friend I love deeply and regardlessly...

 

Smiling in caution

Gentle tendrils

Thorns growing on your pale skin

Tearing, clinging, catching

 

You say we two

Are the same

Twinkle twinkle

In your eyes

 

Sharp as the blade

Of your secrets,

Hold you steady

Keep you stuck

 

Loyalty and compassion

Crowded in that space

Devoted to you

There are etchings

A little box

 

Your eyes,

 busy all around.

Never taking notice

Of all those falling down

Then I whisper a word of caution

 

But you never heard me,

did you?

 

That box

It grew in your mind

A world

Just your own

 

It’s fine

Nothing ever gets to be easy

But this is you

In my soul

Stabbing gently

Blood soaking our common sheets

of history

 

But you never listened,

did you?

 

My dear,

Time is running out.

Slowly but surely

Growing is the darkness

Looming in the shadows

 

And on my tounge

I just barely contain the poison

Threatening to spill

Along with my already dripping blood

 

Reviews

[DarkAngelWriter]

Geez... I feel like this is about me. Very powerful. Great write.

[Bubo]

Striking piece, a friend you say who lives in her own box, perhaps deep down feeling safer there
and yet we feel your hurt, frustration and the end, spilling of blood.
But you never listened,

did you?



My dear,

Time is running out.

Slowly but surely

Growing is the darkness

Looming in the shadows

She is becoming unreachable it seems, but pulling you and your history with her..........its sad watching someone we were close to change so, and yet we hope they will become what they were...........
time , and patience. I liked the descriptions you used and the emotional impact.