We always try our best to remember
the way we want things to be seen
like the way things should have been
and seeing things through
has begun to make people laugh
and question our reasons,
question our responses.
We’ve become so conditioned not to trust them
that we’ve stopped trusting each other
now divided by districts
where those landmines never surface
And we never know where to place our feet.
we just drift
in and out of friendships and lovers
until all we have left are our acquaintances.
I can hear them fighting downstairs
and I recognize one of their voices
both of them calling out to be heard
as words smash against each other
and forget that everyone around
can already hear every single word.