Broken Friendships and Broken Hearts

Miscommunication, Misunderstanding
We haven't known each other long enough
We just didn't click
But even he didn't expect this out of you

I was in a similar position at one time
I wonder if I acted the same...
My point of view is very different now
I see that it never was worth it.
I wonder if you'll ever see

Possessive, resentful, and angry...
Is it frustration or something more?
A side never seen before
Manipulative and scheming

You disliked our friendship
You feel I'm trying to take him from you
You were accepting until I "interfered" with
Your agenda
You don't want to understand
You put all the blame on me

Two friendships ruined and it's
Not my fault.
Something simple became too
Complicated.
Pain has been inflicted on all involved.
You're not the victim here

I tried to be there for you
I thought you trusted me
But all along you hated me.
You lied when I asked.
I tried to give you support
And you jumped to conclusions.
Assumed things.
Didn't even talk to me.

You say I'm two faced
Selfish.
Really do you see?
Do you try to understand?
You closed off and
Shut me out.
What do you expect from me?
Do you want me to give him up?
Change for you?
Someone I hardly even know?
Who is selfish now?
Who is two faced now?

I did nothing to change his mind.
He liked you for you
But then
You changed
You showed a side he had never
Seen before.
You changed his mind for him.

You broke your own heart
And your own friendships.
You're not the only one that's
Been hurt.

The Little Things

Simple, easy, light, and
Almost unnoticed these
Gestures of trust and love
Welcomed with Open arms

This poem is for Elizabeth.
I hope it fits on a mug :)

Blood Turns Black

Fresh and crisp it seeps out red.
Flowing fast at first then slowing as it clots.
An almost unbearable pain accompanying.
Slowly it heals and scars
But many more appear.
Caused by different things
All equally painful.

These are the cuts that hurt the most.
They are the deepest.
These emotional scars.

How you live

Flowers, wilted and falling, once bursting with life and love.
When they lose their vibrance they are no longer beautiful, right?
Discarded and forgotten, lonely in the corner.
Or turning to dust in your hands.
This is the attitude of some.
Once something starts to go wrong it is no longer worth it.
They dwindle and fade.
Become unrecognizable in their depression.
Something formerly admirable and full of the ardor life.
Never to emerge again.
The light of the sun, of happiness, of existence gone from their demeanor.
A constant pity party or the want of death fills their view.

Flowers, wilted and falling, once bursting with life and love.
When they lose their vibrance they are no longer beautiful, right?
Wrong, say others.
This is the time of utmost importance in preserving that delicacy forever.
The flowers can be hung or pressed.
Never to be abandoned.
When things start to fall apart they can keep composure.

Life is all about attitude and perspective.
I admire some of my friends for their ability to have a positive attitude,
Even when everything is going wrong.
Others of my friends, I have pity on.
As soon as one thing in their life goes wrong they fall to pieces.
Fall to cutting, fall to suicidal thoughts, fall to nothing.
Only those willing to change their frame of mind can be helped.

Those who do not focus on the little things but see the bigger picture are happier.
Those who want to be happy will be.