Call me up and threaten me, how dare
I leave you, bully me, intimidate
me, trying to force me to feel
something I don’t.
Once I was sorry, I knew what I
had done was right but
still I was sorry, sorry
to hurt you, sorry
to have lost what once upon a time
might have been a friendship.
Now your guilt trip follows me,
turning sorrow into anger,
destroying a third chance with
First and second time they chickened
out, maybe the third time will do the
trick. Equal rights with the right amount
of dislikes. Talented touch that leaves a
trail of shivers across the surface of my skin,
leaving me cold and yet still I burn with suspense.
Dreams, wants, still stalked by nightmares.
Sharing secrets that should never have been told,
Leaving fear in a friendship that’s starting to evolve.