History Repeats Itself, by thndrhwk Subscribe to rss feed for thndrhwk

You were new,
I had been once,
And so I offered you my friendship.
I gave you my heart, my trust,
Some candy to share
And a welcome to this new world.
You took the boost up I offered you,
Made new friends,
Then tore me down
Until I found myself below you
And all alone, as I had been before
I had come here.

What strange power was it?
I sit in the moonlight,
Protected by tree branches,
And wonder how many times
I will have to escape it,
The power that ruins your friends.

I feared you then,
I fear you now after so many years,
A tormentor I could not escape,
Too small and pretty and well-mannered to fight
Too cruel to ignore
Too cold to ask for a reason why.
You were the force that destroyed me,
So finally I left.

And I sit in the moonlight,
While tree branches pretend protection
And wonder how long I'll be running away
Running from you and that power.

For you are new,
And I once was,
And your smile seems to offer me friendship
Your vulnerability is a challenge,
"That was years ago",
So friendly, now
Can you even remember?
If I let down my guard,
Will you still tear me down?

But am I hard enough to hold back
My friendship from one who needs it?

So I sit in a tree,
Cold in the moonlight
And still so afraid
Of your eyes in the stars
And a power that has yet to fade
To make walls crumble with words
And to tear people down
And I pray that you won't hurt me
Again.
Posted: 2006-04-20 05:10:14 UTC

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