From a poet to the philosopher

Its told you see my face hear my voice
                                    yet you walk with threatening women
                                          who dare steal lips from thee
                                      Taken aback by spoken wickedness
                                    
                                            Your bodyless fornicating
  
                                                    *Emotionless*
                                            
Crushed weight of your words

“Finally” dawning on your heart
                              I’m the one left here with nothing but remains
                                     You have all the star filled nights
                                              Allys filled with laughter
                                         

                                        Yet your heart is yearning for me
                                     Yet your soul is screaming out to me
                            I am all alone bitter not nearly as much inspired
                                            by all this as you’ve been


                                          I picture you sitting in a chair
                                            Eyes cold starring forward
Jaw clenched with a vengeance
                                    Misery spoon fed to you by yours truly
                                             

                                Passing judgment on others is your weakness
You wear arrogance and pride as your armor
                                       With the cunning posture of a demon
                           The refusal of changing what’s asked of you for me



                                   *Absurd apologies for no wrongful doing*
                               Constant worry of what others might be feeling
                                      All though love’s you.. and needed you
                                  *Now needs a hand up driven down by fate*
                                    
                                                    
                                                                      
                                            What now can I say beloved
                                            That has not already been told
                                       I said I will see brown change to grey
                      I will not stand for wallowing in what can easily be avoided

                                           
                    -Yet you were my philosopher, I stood behind you as your poet -




                                            Yes you’ve made an impact BRAVO
                                         I’ll just sit here and hold my breath
                                Shedding memories of life shedding them of you
Goodbye my love

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