Accusations.

I want to explode, to shout, to harm.

I hold it in. You and your words, so alike, harsh sudden untrue.

You do not want to hear me?

So be it.

But you will find that the greater pain is yours.

Can you ignore the strained air, when you walk in the door? Liar.

What is your definition of a friend, if I may ask?

Is it not one who listens to an endless history repeat itself? Is it not compassion, tolerance, perseverance.

You want a butterfly, brief, beautiful, amiable.

Fool.

I don't share the poison you breathe Daily.

When I thought I found peace, privacy, freedom from guilt.

A haven

It closes with all the patience of the trappings of Venus. So naive, and as you dictate, I will not speak of my emotions, My memories, My life.

What am I supposed to do, when two turn on one.

A knife in my chest, twisting.

Labored breathing fills an empty house.

A quandary.

Such a question I turn and bend, to examine.

Retreat or fall under siege.

Such a silly thing.

Based on emotions, of no account.

Irrational girl.

Emotional child

Desertion, yes, no true friend would do such a thing.

A coward, my title.

So, what do your opinions mean to me? Nothing.

I can build higher walls

I have done so before.

Heartbreak is laced through my life and I will hold against it.

Alone.

As I have done for so long.

I am guarded against you now, rail and rant to your shallow satisfaction

I will have no part of you.

When you are a memory, you will still leave the bitter taste in my mouth as you do now.

Your last attack.

Weak.