Two long pages wishing 'happy birthday',
turned into two words of formality.
Morning hugs where we ended up falling,
turned into two forced smiles
passed in the corridor while walking.
Sharing our lunch,
turned into staring at it from a far
wondering how much everything changed.
Sharing our secrets,
turned into sharing it with the whole world
but now what can I say?
Helping the other one while feeling broken,
turned into walking on the broken pieces,
pretending nothing happened.
Our present has turned into the antonym
of our past,
and believe me darling
this is how broken friendships looks
from a far.
~~~~~~Editing credits fuck_off_cunt ~~~~~~
