Mr. Poet, I Mean You No Offense

To Whom It May Concern

Bonk!
You're cursing fills the air
I was not where I ought to be again
And so I settle to your scolding
Holding my laughter inside
How good it feels,
To see you fall

Yet I pay twice the price
A coil snaps about my neck
Welted skin and bruised feelings
You see it as retribution

You blame my staggering once more
I was not vigilant enough it seems
To keep myself upon your good side
A task which few would undertake
The icy moods, the flush of change
Mine degradation
Mine own consent

I write down my excuses
Even though you'll never take them
Your accusations rise in the air
"You failed me yet again!"

"I was busy with another"
"I had pains to deal of my own"
"I tried my best, but I was delayed"
These phrases are lost to my journal
And my darkened eyes can find no better
Than to gaze upon you

A friend I thought
It was a wager I'd made
The flip of the coin and I had lost
Now I'm trapped with you again

Days of laughter now flaunt behind me
I'm not in their quarry any longer
I cling to the abuse handed to me
By a friend, so once were we called
I miss what used to be
Where have I failed to meet?

Too many times I've met with you
I think I'm done with your abuse
No, I expect no pleas for me to stay
Not until I'm too far away to hear

Easily replacable, I think you'll find
Of me to you, and of you to me
Or so I would like to believe
And yet each night I'll lie awake
And wonder where you are,
Where did you go?

I wish you better days
On candlelit flames I blow them out
Each one, a wish to you
In spite of all you've done