Retractional Setback

I am a tad late I guess I bound myself to a date but I've had my fill of distractions so here, I'll get straight to the point while I put on my writing attire equipped with my writer's cap and my dimmed writer's block shades For what I foretold in 'Grey' was completely true I must print off a retraction with a twist of adding, making my list of grievances a tad longer I don't take back my reaction but I do take back it's direction for my missile was fired at the wrong person' and for that every harsh word I directed her way I take back every word I savored for a different truth I now bottle it and save it up for a different someone who deserves it Still I bear a red stamp of a question mark for I start to question the selfishness of friendship Why must her companion twist and contort a web of lies to keep me at bay to have more time to spend texting the one you're intertwined with to have alone time with the one dedicated to me well ironically as much as she whispers it I don't think it will ever be regardless, without a hint of doubt Why must you contort and press the buttons you know will wound sting like wasp so brutal to back me away to steal what you may never have well never may be a strong word she is halfway yours You get to lock eyes with her spend time with her while I sit miles upon miles away with a simple wish similar to the rest I have made in vain but here is where I stop talking for I have discovered my waterfront and am drowning as it breaks drowning in my sea of hollow threats, hollow words for I dismantled my feelings for I dismantled how I originally felt If I search through this icebox will I find what I lost put on ice just to stop moving so fast or will I find something so dead and deceiving Like I wrote in 'Grey' this is my retraction I don't take back my reaction yet I handled this like a mere distraction guess I can't escape it ...I'm still grey... ...I'm still grey...