Beware; beware of the blank and emotionless stare.
It’s the symbol of a friendship long gone.
And a conversation that seems well past done.
Too tall is the wall between you and I.
Respectable is your determination ‘to make things work’
But the falseness of it all is driving me berserk.
You say this is something you can amend, but I know empty apologies are the new trend.
And it feels like all I truly ever talk to is your silhouette.
But your smile is not something I can easily forget.
And the ambiguity of my emotions returns, seeing as reminiscing on the past simply burns.
“Let’s just go back to the way things were,” you say.
But I’ll never be able to forget that day.
So now I’m stuck being your imaginary friend, wondering if having to lie to myself will ever end.
What is it I’m looking for in someone that I can so easily abhor?
Maybe it is a test, to observe how quickly my heart could shred in my chest.
Because denying the fact that I don’t care for you is parallel to lying.
Or maybe it’s the shame of trying to forget something I so deeply regret?
You’ve slammed the door on many of my feelings several times before.
And you don’t seem to understand that your second chance lies in the palm of my hand.
You are no longer my innocent dove. Simply the misplaced glove.
You’ve pushed me too far it seems, with your antics and unrealistic dreams.
I remain torn as I wonder if it’s possible for friendship to be reborn.
For now, I’ll tread on the line; wondering if honesty between you and I will ever be mine.
