there's something wrong when the friend you had

begins to lose you from their own choices. and there's

binoculars tainted with sadness, that seem to prove

there's only one way that this road could have been

made. this perspective makes me pity you.

i'm not sure whether i'm angry or just desolate from the

cause of trying to aid you. from extending my budding

branches through the snow white storm; the cold. it's

a melancholy thought to know i'll have to let you do what

it is you want. but i do have the choice to not be there.

begin with the i'm sorry's and then conclude again with

the same tangible amount of evidence i had shown you

in the beginning. your mechanical mixture of apologies

and snide remarks is becoming caught in my throat and

i'm sorry if i can't swallow it.

don't try to tell me that i've changed for the worst, for

i still put people's feelings ahead of mine. emotions run

deep and for you, they seem to be nothing more then

a puddle on the sidewalk. and once the thought of

mutual love is created in your mind, you've lost every

attractive thing about you.