Stab.

I wish I could tell you what you want to hear, but then I would be lying and that is a sin.

Why don't you drive that knife in a little deeper

I don't think it quite hit the bone.

Let's make this love a little cheaper

Until we can afford to be alone.

It's not that I can't take you anymore

It's just those stabby things you do,

How you've opened another door

And morphed into another you.

 

Suddenly your eyes are a different color

And your speech is another language.

You've wrapped yourself around another

While I'm stuck with this joint morgage.

I want just want you to be happy

And together you say you will.

But the mask you wear is crappy.

It doesn't really matter how I feel.

 

You say you don't want me to get hurt

But where is the logic in what you say,

When our meetings become so curt

And this love feels like it's trickling away?

We have such a long and threaded history.

We used to be such a worthy team.

But I'm not sure I can decipher your mystery

Because it's even more cryptic than it seems.

 

I feel so awkward when I see him.

That angry bile creeps from every scar

Of the recent stab wounds I've been given

From you, my diming star.

I'm not jealous that it's you two now.

I don't want him, I never have.

I just don't completely understand how

my best friend uses me to stab.

Reviews

[Alicia™]

I have to say that this is a beautiful poem, and the flow is great. It gives you the feel of abuse and betrayal, which I believe you were aiming for… But this line:

I feel so awkward when I see him.

This line just doesn't fit. "Awkward" is just way too much of an understatement. A heavier term would be better! :)

[Eagle Cruagh]

Ewwww ? Your best friend ?
Needless to say anyone is far better
off without lovers and best friends
who play a game like that.

A neat , well written poem.
Shows a true gift for poetry.

More, please !

------ Eagle Cruagh