I recall a time,
when you were a friend of mine.

And I would fight the world to the end, just to never see you hurt again (still will)

You confessed to me,
confided in me.

I would break down every door, to see you get what you deserve and so much more.

But some how we drifted apart,
nothing like the start.

It's like I didn't know you and you didn't know me and I don't know about you, but for me.... that was a tragedy

I labeled us, with unspeakable connection.
Drawn together, through personal rejection.
A look in your eyes, was a mirrored reflection.
Of all in me, every imperfection.
You were in search for personal protection.
And dare I ask, for something of affection.
But once I did, you spread quick like an infection.
Then, I prayed for perfection.
But now, just a resurrection.

Time goes on,
life moves on.

Then out of no where you reappear, and to me your intentions don't seem too clear.

And I began questioning...
Everything.

And you began to explain about all your pain and I heard the hurt in your voice...
I believed you, I didn't really have a choice.

You thanked me for sticking around.
And all that time, I was so confound.

But I became determined to see you through, and swore I would... If it was the last thing I'd ever do.

But then you grew immune,
and I began to assume.

That you had settled in, and my work here was done... Then off you ran again, away and on the run.

I didn't wanna hear your exceptions.
After accepting, my self- deception,
I came to terms with my dissipation.
Solely based on, my poor perception.
And to confuse my feelings with anything more than an erection...
Was something that called for immediate inspection.
All the while, still waiting on that resurrection.

I coped with my loss.
Progressed, and trained my thoughts.

Then one December night there you are again, saying this and that has happened and you need an old friend.

So I keep an open mind,
attempt to sympathize.

As you explain your situation, I believe with no hesitations... I couldn't turn you away, not after hearing all you had to say.

So I fell back in my hole,
little silent dormant role.

And you came and went as you pleased, and even though I disagreed, I kept to myself... For you're my "area of expertise"

I gave up, trying to read you,
and fought the feeling I had to pursue you.
And everytime you chose something from your heart to "debut",
I stopped, sat back and carefully reviewed...
Every situation, how it was all untrue.
And now, once again you vanished... Where have you gone to?

The last we spoke you had your life on track.
And after that, you chose to throw me in the back.
But I'm sure, you won't be gone for long.
Some kind of "wrong" will happen and you'll come back, singing the same song.
And how I wish I could just wish you away...
And leave my world cold and gray instead of, flash of colors, then gray.
And even after all you put me through,
I still, for some reason, label you.
As my

Mistress Messiah,

my

Private Pariah.

Broken Desire...

My Truthful
Little
Liar.