It’s been amazing,
a real, good time
to set aside differences
and talk as equals.
Now, I’m not ashamed
of who I am
and what I’ve done,
because I’ve let it go
and I’ve moved on.
But when I get up to leave
from our quiet reverie,
you’re grabbing my arm,
trying to pull my backwards.
Do don’t blame me
if I lash out
even a little bit,
because I’m done with this
passive aggressive
bullshit.
It just never ends.
What’s done is done
and gone
and nothing lingers,
except you,
my friend.
You’ve picked that wound
and kept it open
longer than you should;
even that healed
and now you’re feeling
maybe like you could
start a new kind of disaster,
’cause all you seem to know,
is moving from drama to drama
to fill your time alone.
Well, let me tell you one thing
and take this to heart;
don’t fuck with me,
or my friends,
or my family.
The past is gone,
let it go;
for the sake of your own
health and wellbeing.
Don’t think for a second,
that I won’t protect what’s mine,
if you cross that line.
Just because I’ve never been
violent
by nature,
don’t think
that my kindness
extends
past your failure
to cope with this life,
it’s changes
and struggles
and trials,
but this way lies more
of those painful denials.
It’s best not to fuck with me.
Time will heal all wounds,
unless you make new ones;
it’s just your cycle of abuse.
Move on from this one;
there’s nothing here for you
anymore.
HG – 2017
