Claims that I persist in the doubts of my own intentions,
Months go by with thoughts in conflict I think you failed to mention.
Forwardness you respect in the pursuit of dreams but not in the communication of friendship.
You befriend too many people in what you protest becomes negative connotations
And then blame in a written letter what my lesson on life is with all your experience.
Your youth at best describes a neophyte’s interpretation to lecture things you throw away.
Caught in the brainwashing of a new significant presence in life you challenge old ways
You wanted space; so you took it as you have many things. I was fine with that,
But I was not acceptingly okay with you making this about me…
My ambitions, my forwardness, my personality because circumstantially it never is about me.
It was always only about you…the misinterpretations and the miscommunications.
You overanalyzed something that was nothing only to make drama over nothing that exists.
You dump friends because you have the luxury of friendship selection
Because you conjecture in your own mind that there were supposed deeper affections.
This accusation inconveniences my new call to honor this other supposed person
When with space everything you claim in its own lies grows to worsen.
After so much time I put efforts in only to have another person quit in the end.
In truth I only miss the person who was fun, jolly, and could keep secrets as my friend.
They disappeared into the African shadows of a mechanical flight that came to arrive
With the presence of a newfound love who knew would come to suggest and take
Everything in life that was good and now was considered to be a mistake.
Two years down the drain in the seriousness of what was really not that serious of a matter,
Changing as a victim from self-indulged crushes, I hope after you lost you still remain flattered.
James L. Cartee, 9/6/10
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