Bitter Pill
You can tear me apart with your words
That line by line wound deeper still
And yet you appear to not see the knife
you use to slowly bleed my soul.
No matter, for when in innocence
I relay back to those I trust
to see if my pains are misfelt
or misunderstood, they''ll fuel.
What I say to someone close
when hurt I deem to say in confidence,
that such conversation style with fact
is in own home should remain as that.
But wait, no, for there is a Judas among us
one who betrays such confiding.
For they will twist, turn and tear
every word taken for to assume gossip.
Chinese whispers,
a bit here, less there and then wait.
Telephone will ring
and then accusations outpour.
I would not mind,
but this is second time
after its come down to helping out
one who needs it at time.
There will not be a third
for within your jealous trinity
I shall entrust no more.
For no need have I to play such games.
Lost you will remain
until such times as you realise
and apologise between you.
Where you'll hurt one another more.
Maybe then you will see
it was the one not from same mold
for that was indeed the one
who kept all quiet until now.
Knowing this one said this
That one does that
They did the other
'Tis no interest nor business of mine.
The one who for too many times
let the ice melt from her back
to warm with pleasantry once more
Even though she'd had enough long, long before.
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009
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