Passing thoughts

It's strange,
How we are able to use our strongest spikes against
The bad and the terrible people

Yet we can't do the same thing to someone who
Once was close to us.

We can only ignore,
We can only say whatever needs to be said in a quiet manner,
When all we want to do is cry, or walk away.

We aren't as confident,
we don't pack as much power into our words and
We don't try to get a rise out of them
Or to get them to not be able to say anything back.

I suppose sadness gets in the way,
I suppose that when it comes to something like that,
We are all pretty soft people on the inside.

It all comes down to this:
you just can't use that usual mockery or contentious sentences against someone who once was important.

It's...strange,
The way that works.

If you ever are able to do it,
You'da been amazing;





Because I can't
And I sometimes wish I could.