Not You and Me.

It's happening again,
the pain seeps into every scent,
I am calling you my friend,
but I am starting to think thats a start to the end,
I didn't want you to be the imposture,
I just wanted you to see what I can foster,
cause love comes at a pace thats not you and me.

It's like the trees in the winter,
they have nothing to offer,
I am settling all my sins,
cause I want a life well lived,
your afraid of the creature within,
but your really afraid of losing him,
cause I know what's like to make pain your friend.

I can still hear your whispers,
there like a rush of cold water,
I am stretching out my hands,
to pull up all the rocks you left on my land,
although I might be more exposed,
it will allow for more needed growth,
cause I am tired of excusing all of your mistakes,
and I am tired thinking about you when it gets late...


-M