Come To the End

Darya - Spot of Tea
Come To the End
by Michael Doyle

You want me to take you seriously
As you glare at me furiously
With your arms around the guy
I caught you with before my reply

You flame me by way of "fuck you" balloon
As I advert my eyes trained to the moon
Doing the best of my best James Dean
My mind focused on when you were my dream

I won't be held down by your comedy
Pretending your antics are my tragedy
Keep holding on to your fantasy
Now that I know the truth, it means little to me

Laid out as it is, cards on the table
This experience will serve as fable
A lesson learned in less than mediocrity
Served up by someone thinking herself legendary

Only too verbally punch her way out of relevancy
In a fall from grace from the heights of majesty
When you refused to look at or ask for evidence
In my heart, your feigned hurt lost all relevance

I won't be caught up in the might-have-beens
When it seems you don't remember the whens
Of true words spoken between true friends
My hurt focus on lies has come to the end

(c) September 29, 2021 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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