Moving On

I am not angry anymore
because when anger burns like acid
when it makes you physically ill
it is no longer worth the effort 
it is no longer worth the time
so I am no longer letting your foolishness make me ill
I am sad that someone I called a friend used something I love
something that means the world to me
something that makes me feel whole
you used that as a shallow idea and I don’t respect you anymore
instead I am disappointed in your choices
I am not cheapened by the mistakes you make
I am not lessened by your ideas and words
I know Him better than you ever could
I call Him names no one else will ever hear
and my love for Him will never be tarnished
no matter how much of a joke you think it is
so revel in your words
dwell in your little cage of half cocked knowledge
I no longer see a friend
but a user and a taker
who is not worth my anger or my time
and that is all I have to say about you anymore