Water Words

hate

Those names we called,
trying hard to draw blood.
The pointed looks meant to cut and wound;
the sneers,
the laughter,
thrown ’round like mud.

In halls and on slippery river banks;
never friends could be.
Put our armor up, and formed our ranks;
spread my hate for you,
your hate,
for me.

The past is long, so long,
and forever trapped inside.
Too long to despise,
to not bother to find;
any love buried, deep,
so we hide.

In halls and on slippery river banks;
we should have looked harder.
We should have tried,
but we thought it all a waste of time,
of space; like spiny thorns,
buried deep inside.

Now we live with the knowledge,
the valued lives, they are taken away.
And with those who loved them,
and true friends;
we cry with hearts broken,
a tragedy, every day.

The halls and the slippery river banks;
have left us with remorse, with guilt, with shame.
Left us with all that wasted time,
and only myself;
and only you,
to blame.

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