to make you understand this better.
through sloppy metaphor and tiring pentameter
i've breached my creative limits.
in threatening ways, i've balanced our friendship
though many of them were bluffs.
on a scale that was never level
i've rested in places of dissatisfying content.
and yet, before i leave to dream of things to come
i can't stop myself from a lasting note.
it would be unfair of me to write poorly of you
even though you deserve it.
and the satisfaction of leaving on such poor terms
would, selfishly, leave an unease.
so, in tradition with the advice i give
and what i hope for you and your future...
please treat others better than me,
and love them for what they want to be to you.
because you never know who will come around
when you think you need them least,
and hopefully you've learned from me, as i from you
and you're willing to give it a try.
but my friend, this is the last note i'll write you;
exhaustion has found my end.
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