By Stacia_@hotmail.com
Date: 14 August 1998

A bandaid made from words

I did what I had to do because it was the only way I knew how to get through to you.  
Indifferent you are not and that I know.  I tore down your pride so that you may grow.
I know you better than anyone (and I do). This is what you always say and I will
never be sorry for hurting you as I hurt you on this day my friend.


My words were meant to slice your heart
Cutting you, so you would bleed inside 
Like me and know how I've felt at times
I cannot make you understand..am unable to show you
At the times when I need to see you face to face 
It is not always easy to forgive and harder to forget
When missing a friendship,a friendship missed
The hardest thing I've ever tried to do
And I deceived myself, while trying to deceive you
The call this morning, the email that cut
The thoughts that wounded your pride?
Could they be true?
A lie rolled easily from my angry serpent's tongue
Out of anger, no logic, my thoughts undone 
Of what and why I called out to you
Last night I spoke only the truth, no lies
Only to wake up again in the morning
To be reminded of that to which 
Our rules of friendship do not apply
Of something I already knew would take place
Of your actions this weekend I cannot control
I did not deceive you while on the phone
Reaching out to you because of a dream
Wanting to see you one more time
To hold your hand in mine
To feel that peace I needed to have
And I felt it, in my heart
And slept, for a change
With my eyes closed..
Not worrying about what I would see
When in the morning, they opened