Drifting Apart
We're drifting apart, you and I.
I can tell by the way
you won't look me in the eye.
I feel the strain when you say "hi".
Do you remember when we used to talk for hours?
We had something to say then.
When you thought I was sweet
before I realized you spoke lies.
Sarah McLachlan still makes me think of you,
but, baby, you're the mystery now.
Used to be we'd make plans, thinking them true.
Must be a month since we made plans at all.
Told me (so casually!) about
her,
waited til home to cry.
Wasn't supposed to cry in front of you, was I?
wondered, if you were like chess, then, interesting and intriguing
but without knowing my opponent, should be sure I couldn't win?
Maybe I'm a better player than that.
Maybe you should stop thinking of me as a little girl,
two years isn't so much. Don't protect me, I don't need it.
Maybe I'm a fool for not giving up on you.
Torn between wanting to be nice, and wanting to be cruel.
Tempted to give you a hug(would you reject it?) but a slap too.
Mostly just want to give you a hard, hard shake.
What do I have to do to reach you?
When I avoided you, you actually noticed.
surprised me, but you didn't ask me why.
If I make the first move, can we talk?
Can we heal this friendship before it dies?
-srw
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