by Renny Ramos

We speak the same words,
Nothing is the same.
Politeness cannot mask
the harsh, distant tones of anger.

We try to pretend it doesn't exist,
Our eyes betray the hurt we feel.
Our hollow laughs try to cheer.
We walk among the ruins.

What are we to each other now?
Did I ever really know you?
Were you just a mask,
or a lie?
Did you ever exist?

Are we just strangers to one another now,
holding on to a crumbling past?
Do you still need me as your Friend?
I know that I need you.

The cruel words roll off our backs,
and further chain our twisted selves.
I search desperately for our past;
I cling to whatever we have left.

- The End -