Friday 21 February 2014

Okay

They're always looking for that unspoken goodbye that gives them permission to ignore you until you're needed again.
And you give it to them.
You don't like it, but you understand that it must be tiresome talking to you.
Few people are ever there for you as you are there for them.
To have
To hold
To cry upon
To dry tears
To share fears
To care, to hear.

Until it ceases to be convenient, that is.
Maybe you're too lenient, a push over.

But perhaps it's better to have fickle friends
Than it is to be alone

by Emma Carter
Words In Motion 2014

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