The bitterness has passed and reality sets in. Honestly, what's transpired, has sucked. Life's tough though, so get some dang elbowpads, you dumb kid. I don't think I'm angry. I think my tact may have dropped a few levels. Pray that it's temporary, because I hate being like this.

I also hate facades. I feel like I've been entangled in an elaborate one, but maybe you were too and didn't realize it. I hope that you didn't get hurt in this all. If you did, don't blame me - you had the heart change, not me. I've never been flippent with my feelings, you've always known where I stood. Lately though, I haven't a clue where you do. You tell me that you hope our friendship is important, yet your talk of lately has been a delightful dose of doublespeak. I'm not a fan. If you want to tell me off for some unknown reason... I suppose you have that right, but I'm not going to take a verbal beating that I don't deserve.

I don't think you know that I have this space, but I really do wish you the best, my friend. No, I don't hate you. Understand that this is the best way for me to get this out. I hope that one day we'll both look back at this time as when we held onto a solid friendship. That's the only thing I ask for. No expectations, but those common to friends.

So what do I walk away from this with? I haven't figured that out. I must have become calouse over the years of shattered dreams and broken relationships. Maybe I detached my heart when this initially hit the rocks. I don't know. I don't really feel right now. Enough talk though.

So remember kids, always buckle your heart's safety belt. You never know who is going to try to rip it our of your chest. Now you know and knowing is half the battle.

Well Kids and Crows, I'm back with a vengence. Yes, the past post and this is bitterness, pure bitterness. Let me have my moment to vent. And don't take it personally... AHAHAHAHAHHA!!! If I got paid for every time that I've been told that, there wouldn't be world hunger - all the funding from the ashes that are left of my so called heart would fuel the fires of the mints which make our currency and I'd actually be able to do something right with my life for once. Give me a day or two and I'll be numb to reality. It's only my heart - it's not like it's anything important. I guess I forgot to get "handle with care" stamped on it, so it winds up getting stamped.

Don't hate me for being honest with my feelings... at least I am... that's the least I can do.

Don’t Take Feelings Personally:

You should have made me a timeline
Of when you’d deside
That you would break my heart
Just like you said you would
You warn, it’s true,
But I failed to listen to you

I saw that if you used that heart in your chest
For something more than your daily existance
That you’d be beautiful to fall in love with
But you just turned and said

“Don’t take feelings personally.
‘It’s not you, it’s me’
Or something to appease you”

You’ve learned from the best
About how to shatter dreams
And dash the hopes for more than friends
But in the end it’s only me
With feeling left to decide whether to carry on

Forgive me for caring too much for you to handle
I guess you weren’t ready to be treated right
I hope that you don’t have to learn the hard way
That what you gave up was true

Don’t take this personally
But you treated me
Like every guy treated you

I could be angry and bitter
But we both know that wouldn't change a thing
Maybe you like abuse
And that’s the only language you hear

The next time you tell someone
That they’re keen or swell
Tell them first that in two months time
You’d be saying “Go to hell.”