Rob Peter to Pay Paul
It worked for a bit, but the person short changed was me. The timing, the situation, the mounting pressure from Paul made me flee. The intent was to come back, appease Paul, maybe not, but definitely take care of Peter. Peter, in my mind, would understand. The problem was Peter wasn't Peter, but Peter(s) and Paul stayed silent. I don't know where I stand with Paul, not do I know where I stand with all of the Peters. Some have forgiven, but I'm sure not forgotten.
What Peter didn't understand is that Paul had a power over me. Paul protected me, despite the abusive relationship. When I fled Paul's abuse, I couldn't explain it in terms Paul understood, because Paul didn't know about Peter's abuse. Well, he did, but not in terms he could relate to.
What nobody could have foretold was that I fled into the arms and home of Judas. Now, four years later, I'd rather face Peter's scorn, Paul's abuse, than deal with the result of Judas' betrayal. The cold of this winter's snow, is nothing to the chill I feel, thinking back, to the last time Peter and I laughed, ignoring Paul and never once, not in a million years, thinking Judas would be the worst of the three.
It worked for a bit, but the person short changed was me. The timing, the situation, the mounting pressure from Paul made me flee. The intent was to come back, appease Paul, maybe not, but definitely take care of Peter. Peter, in my mind, would understand. The problem was Peter wasn't Peter, but Peter(s) and Paul stayed silent. I don't know where I stand with Paul, not do I know where I stand with all of the Peters. Some have forgiven, but I'm sure not forgotten.
What Peter didn't understand is that Paul had a power over me. Paul protected me, despite the abusive relationship. When I fled Paul's abuse, I couldn't explain it in terms Paul understood, because Paul didn't know about Peter's abuse. Well, he did, but not in terms he could relate to.
What nobody could have foretold was that I fled into the arms and home of Judas. Now, four years later, I'd rather face Peter's scorn, Paul's abuse, than deal with the result of Judas' betrayal. The cold of this winter's snow, is nothing to the chill I feel, thinking back, to the last time Peter and I laughed, ignoring Paul and never once, not in a million years, thinking Judas would be the worst of the three.
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