I’m not sorry to say
I’m sick of this ride
Through your emotions,
A raging tide.
I hang on tight,
Because I remember
Moments of us
Before September.
We’d stay up late
And speak so openly
Without concern
Of something heavenly.
Because this God
Is nothing between us.
When all the while
This was just a fuss.
The constant insults
And lack of regret
“I’m only kidding”
Doesn’t lessen the threat.
Then you’re gone
Expecting me to follow.
Finding where you are.
Never felt so hollow.
Always calling you
With no reception.
When I heard your voice,
A hint of deception.
The tricks you use
To make me green
I have friends, too
And they’re not unseen.
So don’t try and act
As if it’s okay.
I’m a real person,
Not a doll to play.
I don’t work on your behalf
And it’s hard to keep track of
Your changing schedule
And your nonexistent love.
I do sympathize with you
And what you suffer.
But it’s hard to feel sorry
When you’re so much tougher.
You say if I am a friend,
I’d stay with you.
But maybe I’m not,
And neither are you.