how long have we been like this?
we're like seesaws and swings
going up and down
swaying back and forthi try to convince myself
that nothing has changed
but i find myself doubting myselfgone are the times when we can talk
about everything and anything
under the sunin its place are empty gestures of affection
in attempt to fill the void
where warmth had long leftwe're the broken lightbulbs
hanging on your dad's old basement
flickering on and offits like we're being held together
by a single cord of rope
a bit of tension
and we'll be cut offso i find myself hanging on
tying loose ends in double knotsignoring your sarcastic remarks
because i know you never mean themwe've always talked about forever
but forever feels like walking on a concrete road
not knowing about the cliff that lies at the endhow long have we been like this?
when did it start?
and how do i make it end?
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Poetryin which (they) write prose and show it to the world;; started: june 3, 2018 ended: july 15, 2020