Separated

Location

22030
United States
38° 50' 43.5552" N, 77° 19' 15.4416" W

You stand on one side. I stand on the other.
This gulf between us threatens to eat us alive.
Your life is set. Goals all ready. Why do I bother?
Our lives are going different ways. Is this goodbye?
You slowly slip from my grasp and fall into the dark abyss.
You don’t even notice. Don’t even gasp.
It’s like nothing in your life has gone amiss.
 

Yet, I can see this change. It is not good.
You’ve become like your “friends”.
Their bad influence on you has finally worked its way in.
You’ve fallen from where you stood.
You started to doubt others, even the friends that are true.
Only a year ago you were purer; cleaner to me than snow.
Now you’ve let the world sink its claws in; rip you to shreds.
You back down too easily to the stormy winds that blow.
 

I try to pick up the pieces but you won’t allow the amends.
Too blind to see the damage. Too deaf to hear the call.
I want to save you but you’re not brave enough to try.
Can you not see all I want is the best for you, however small?
Unlike most of your companions I don’t offer up with a sly,
self-centered intention to get you to do what I want.
I give with you in mind. Doesn’t that count for something?
No, you turn to those that don’t care. Baby it’s in bold font.
 

You can’t see what is right in front of you. Hon I’m not bluffing.
I try to forget all this and just walk away. It’s not easy.
Even the best of friends hit rough patches along the way.
But baby you and me, I feel it’s different. Actually kind of cheesy.
Whether you feel it or not there is a connection. In the end I’ll pay.
For these feelings go unanswered, buried beneath a smile and a casual conversation.
The heart, the fleshiest, weakest organ, has been severed.
Your eyes, your smile, the way you talk. I take it all with anticipation.
 

You pull one way, she pulls another.
Your guy’s conflicts put me in an awkward place.
The obvious hate starts to pull me under,
taking the air from my lungs. Pulling the seams with haste.
Do I hold what we may have above? Or do I side with her, my best friend?
Do I stick with the one I love? Or do I stay with her, bringing our end.
Should I build the bridge to bring us together? Or should I leave things how they are?
Forever deeming us separated.

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