Gripping tight,
Against my heart,
Resisting to fight,
Resisting to fall apart,

The ropes in flames,
The way this friendship dies,
Leaving you in Shame,
Leaving me Angry from your lies,

Will you ever admit your wrongs?
Remose is something I know you lack,
Victim-mentality is one you fawn,
But I no longer enable, and that's a fact.

I resisted pouring the fuel,
But you wound the ropes too tight,
And made me look a tool,
So now there's no chance of making things right

You await your sentence in your cramped little space,
Alone except for your next victim within your teeth,
She wonders if it's worth her peace giving you a place,
I wonder if you realize she'll pull the rug beneath your feet.

Enduldge in your vices, you huff and puff,
Trying to avoid and numb out your mistakes,
But if you keep avoiding you'll forever be stuck,
And being miserable and alone will be your fate.
© Andy McCallister