No More

To this I shall say "no more,"
to the hours you'd rather ignore
someone in whom sincerity thrives.
You'd rather play games with their lives.

Do you think that there is no end
to the understanding acceptance of a friend,
weary of your unrepentant lack
of the most basic respect and tact.

How unimportant am I in your eyes,
to manipulate me with your lies,
twisting your words to best suit your needs,
unconcerned that a friend will be hurt by your deeds?

Your selfish choices have brought you here
to this road's end where I will make it clear
that I do not see my friend anymore,
the one I thought was special and adored.

Instead I see a callous shrug -
Such apathy as you cower behind the drug.
A versatile excuse when asked to state
why your words and actions do not relate.

The loss of something real is met
with greatest sorrow and regret.
But how does the heart to grieve begin
when lost is only what could have been?