They look me in the eye and lie,
claim that their friendship is still there
when it’s already gone down the drain
and all I can see now
are all the ways we once were.
Now my attempts at contact
drift off like we’d never met,
collecting themselves in the past
where we burry our dead
beneath layers to fool ourselves
into believing
that even grass can grow
where bullshit lies
and all those years
were never meant to be anything
other than slight of hand handshakes.
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