This Time (I Can't)

by, Cassandra

I can't hold your hand
and walk you through,
and play a sympathetic ear when all I
want to say is "boy, you
really fucked it up this time."

You didn't take the time
and you didn't see the signs.
You thought you had the edge,
and you never stopped to think
that you could be wrong.

How can you think its right,
when every other word out
of your mouth was an insult
and a cut to the bone?

I can't take your side on this,
because I can see everything
your blind spots hide, and
boy, you fucked it up this time.

Time to let it go and
time to finally move on.

It's for the best this time.