Here Comes A Storm

I never once deserted you;
I listened to your lies,
And still I won't settle
For any good-byes.

I considered you a sister;
A foolish mistake,
And unfortunately one
I continued to make.

A probable betrayal
Of merely happenstance;
And I think you should know
That dance was our last.

You discarded your crutch;
And luckily so,
Because now I will see
You fall on your own.

Of course this is something
I'd never wish upon you;
But I can't say I wouldn't mind
Seeing you a bit black and blue.

People learn to move on
And forget what has past;
But a repetitive wound
Leaves a scar that will last.

I'd always thought your colors bright and brilliantly true,
Until I found they were such a dull hue.

So good luck in your life
I hope you do well,
For the outcome
I won't be there to be able to tell.