The Breakup

Sometimes it's hard to part with such an old friend

"I picked you up such a long time ago
when I really needed a friend
Never mock,
always blocking
the dark thought that would always come knocking
you were such a godsend

Together we walked the dark hallway of life
thinking that it was a joke
There were fights,
and cold nights
and Jesus we saw some strange sights
but then you began to uncloak

it took way to long to see right through you
you've been lying to me all these years
your a fake,
always taking
Leaving me aching and shaking
praying upon all my fears

It's time for me to steer a new course
I'll not be coming around
any more,
to your door
You've left me so ragged and poor
I'm no longer willing to drown"

and with a frown
I put that whiskey bottle down

Reviews

[Lorry]

They do their damndest to never let go. Those demons within us show their true selves each time we try to part. We can only hope the next victory in the battle shall be ours.
Superb write my friend, showing both the strength and fragility of humanity.

[Misterr Remeat]

At the same time it's our dance with these demons that shape our characters. Thanks for reading!

[Sami Khalil]

Sad outcome. Lessons learned. New intitiatives on the horizon. Time will tell. Hope things will be better.

[Misterr Remeat]

It's all about perspective. I've made it alive to this point, it's all good! Cheers!

[Wayfaring stranger]

Don't put it down but drink up into bottom and write another story with another experience good luck with it.

[Misterr Remeat]

I'm just afraid I'll have to start writing songs about my liver!

[Wayfaring stranger]

Good and you can call it broken heart and bad livers.

[Misterr Remeat]

LOL. De-Liver-Me from evil

[barleygirl]

I love this on many levels. Being a rhyme-aholic myself, your rhyming puts a big smile on my face. Love the interesting & uneven rhyme pattern thru-out, well-crafted. I love the way your words straddle a line between being sassy & flippant, but also conveying serious undertones of being down & out. Your words could be lyrics becuz there's a definite beat & the "poor heartbroke me" refrains are a little bit puffed up like the blues or country wailing. It's just a catchy message (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Misterr Remeat]

Thanks! This one started when the last two lines popped into my head. I had to do something with it.