Lost to the Tides
Dear Friend,
Our friendship is like an hourglass and I can feel the sand running thin.
You were raised in a world where you could fly free like a hummingbird,
But I was a caged canary who sung songs of isolation.
I want to stay by your side
But I do not always have the strength to rescue you from the rabbit hole you fall into.
The distress calls are always late
I worry that you may actually like to put yourself in these situations
Even though that very thought is superficial of me.
I can not begin to understand how the devil has treated you
When I’ve only been trapped in Tartarus.
I don’t want you to think I am angry
As I would drown if only to keep you above the water’s top,
I believe we are straining our already worn out shoelace ties.
I’m sorry.
If you would like to duct tape me back with lies,
I feel as if it’d probably be easier
To break the metaphorical bars I’d be sticking myself in with a fake friendship.
That said I believe the memories that we have made thus far
Should remain captivating in plastic screens and unembellished if you could.
No one needs to know the falsehoods that you can come up with.
I guess they’d never believe the defense I have though because everyone seems to think
You are the perfect one
I am just the second best mess you have to deal with.
The white trash pity case.
Don’t worry about seeing me when you come by
Because being civil among old friends isn’t a strange concept to me anymore.
You aren’t the first siren to have called me in only to end up ravishing what little self I have left. I hope life sees you off well,
If you ever need a helping hand you know I am always here,
But I can no longer hold up your world only to destroy mine.
Sorry.