You Know Exactly What You Did

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I wish you would stop being so mendacious and desist from spinning untamed webs. I was there too, remember? I lived this story with you. The truth sits between us but you will never dare to move any closer for fear that you might touch it. So, even though you drag this tale and use its tail to constantly try to whip me, the story you claim as yours was twice as mine, so please, whatever you do.......just do not lie. The apparent torture of your skin lays testament to the brutality of those lies, slowly sinking your character, never mine. 

You have taken some steps to build a ladder of protection because you believe the higher you climb, the more untouchable you become. You revel because you can sit now sit atop of that ladder and judge what you perceive sits below you. But! Your ladder buckles for it is not grounded in the dirt of truth and every act of deceit sways that ladder.... but you do not feel it because you stay busy, consumed in the faux world you have created to convince yourself that you are invincible. The ladder keeps swaying, tilting sometimes until one day....well, you know....you fall!

I have never desired for you to fall and get hurt in the way you relished when I fell and my knees got bruised and my heart got stabbed. You laughed as I bled and kicked away the bandage when I tried to reach for it. Still, I have no desire to watch you fall and die but I yearn for you to fall into the same pit of accountability that I willingly walked right through and got baptized. You sat there in a pool of joy, gleeful at what you thought was my demise, but you did not know accountability would become the healing cloth that surrounds me. A priceless cleanser and a humbling liberator that greets you when you knock on the door of the hardest truth, accountability opens its arms to embrace and save. 

Integrity is your enemy and you fight against him daily and I pray one day you lose. The lies you spew will build up in your throat and I tell you, one day you will eventually choke......on epiphany, on acceptance, on remorse and there you shall swallow, become full, become whole, you will heal. Instead, you chew me for your meals, refusing to accept that at one time, I was the healthiest thing you could have ever consumed. Yet, you were too occupied trying to surpass me, busy reducing me, when all I was good at was wearing my struggles like diamonds. I am sorry that their radiance blinded you and caged your ego, where you lost the sight of friendship and became an entity poised for overtaking. You suck!

I do not hate you but your ugliness makes you unrecognizable and the sight of you makes me lose hope in flowers and I really love flowers, so to reduce you to such is just................ I pray accountability kidnaps you and beats you until you cry out "I accept." You deserve nothing less. 

Tell the story with the rod of honesty and clothe yourself with the veil of accountability, that is my desire for you.  Sadly, because you are you, and to be you is to be destructive, that day may never come. But.... I guess accountability is only for me, right?

You know EXACTLY what you did!

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