Denial

Borderline.

We glide through the days, leading our own lives.
You used to be my world, and now we glance at each other from the peripheries of mundanity.
We cannot save each other from the delusion that is hope.
Forever distracted in the everyday chatter to turn our heads.
But I will always be waiting.

We converse occasionally, your vibrant smile lighting up every path in sight.
And it is when I neglect you in my thoughts, that you appear.
Bringing me to my true bliss.
Then I realise how much I miss you as a prevalent figure in my existence.
I miss you as someone to lean on, someone to confide in when it all gets too much.
But that ship has sailed.

I only think of you platonically, as you will never be worthy of my loyalty.
It just didn't work out in that way.
But that's okay, because it's reassuring to know that you will always be by my side as a friend.
Now is the time to move on and settle with another guy, eager to give my heart away once again.
When I'm ready, of course, as I am my sole priority.

Because I am sick of getting lost in your sapphire eyes.
I am sick of getting preoccupied with your alluring presence.
Yet we're at peace now, whether we are together or apart.
And I admire your tranquil approach to the consistent hurdles thrown your way.

Enjoy your last year of liberty.
I know I will once I get past the regrets and 'could haves' that dominate my conscience.
Life as we know it is already separating, the changing atmosphere will always take me by surprise.

We lose our way within the mingling colonies of our minds, fighting for self-control.
But somehow we always find a path back to each other, my lifelong ally.
And returning to those who we truly care about is inevitable.

So you are not insignificant to me, you are gradually fulfilling your destiny.
And so am I, otherwise everything would simply be pointless.
Living with a cause, reaching for happiness.

We have evolved from what we once were, yet you will always be engraved in my heart.
I clearly care, and I assuredly think you care just as much.
But all we can rely on now is hope, no matter how much we strive to ignore it.

We glide through the days, leading our own lives.
Borderline.