The Turning Point

Giving up on preserving something that could have been so much more.

Air sticky and tastes so sweet.

I brush my teeth as you sleep.

You roll over, letting out a sigh,

I shut the door before you ask me why.

There comes a singular second

in every relationship you have

Where you can't allow pretend.

Rip the bandaid, tear it in half.

It doesn't matter if it's a friend,

a lover, your mother, fellow brethren.

There is a tipping point in each line,

where it all falls apart, or becomes divine.

I can't figure out how we got here so fast.

It's barely been a month since we met.

And already here I am unable to relax,

under this pressure I am begging to forget.

I have so many apologies on my lips

before I can finally loosen my grip.

Why won't you let me say my piece,

let all the hate and anger be released?

There are so many things I wish you knew:

You were the fastest friend I ever made.

Underneath it all I'm grateful that I met you.

Despite the current unyielding shame.

If only I could have the chance to confess.

Before our dynamic further regressed,

I'd hope to repair the first foundation,

the building blocks of our mutual adoration.

But as time wears on and you fade away,

spite gets stronger and our bond grows weak.

If you'd let me I'd ask you to stay,

but neither of us will admit such a defeat.

Reviews

[Rourke]

Very well written representation of a relationship
I can feel the loving caresses in one line and then the conflicted tension in the next
Nice job

[diaphanous]

thank you :)