inspiration in sheep's clothing

[reflectedstars]

kendra called me last night and left me a message while she was at the cinemark. it put me in a mood. i wanted to talk to someone but they weren't around. so i wrote.

we've all got preconceived notions of what's to be
and each is as grandeiose as the next
changing with perspective and conflicting storylines
so let me tell you of mine that involves you
timing, ever our foe, for once became tame
content as friends we proceeded, and then
our virtue became our vice, communication stagnant
and i was lost in the mire of what i thought we were
or would be
you faded into the woodwork of a blazing red
not the most secretive of hiding places
yet somehow i was sealed behind you
swept from one pole to the next
because this time i was virtuous of intention
speaking bluntly as for years before
and my stomach still turns when i entertain
thoughts of how i was betrayed
cause that's what you did, you know
you took the wrong way out
but no words or attempts can bring you back in
so my ink will scream at paper instead of me to you
and all this time mulling it will be spent
chalking you up to best turned disappointment

i have a lot to do today. i'm gonna go start it.