Exile

I am a nomad on land that I once called home

Friends have turned to enemies…..yesterdays enemies are more dangerous today because they are not buddy buddy with former friends

How do you fight against someone that you trusted…that knows pertinent information about you….how do you know they won’t use it to hurt you?

My darkest secrets exposed

Put on display

Do we just play this game of war?

You let a few hidden gems out of the treasure chest, now I have no choice but to pull a file from the classified cabinet that I have on you

We exchange looks of utter disgust when passing each other

Both claiming rights that the other lied to them in some way…shape or fashion

However you aren’t the only one giving me that stare

I keep my head on a swivel

I will not initiate the drama but I will end it

Hate that it’s come to this…perhaps the season was the reason that you changed up on me

It’s still nothing but love for you and everyone else whom I’ve lost to hate

No beef here….no words said

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When we were friends

Calling us friends in a way seems to degrade what we share, the road we’ve walked on together for years now

May have not walked together the entire trip but our paths always ended up crossing and all was forgiven

You know how things go with family

Sometimes you fall out but that doesn’t mean you stop loving them

But when the time comes you know they will be there, as if they were watching and sprung into action during your time of need

Friends….how many of us have them?

The wrongs of today won’t matter should one of us not make it to tomorrow

Then again are we really broken?

And if we are as long as all the pieces can be gathered in a timely manner there is still time to piece together the torn segments of the picture that showed us in happier times

Even though at some point things fade and some damage can’t be fixed and it’s never the same

Can we at least still be friends?

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