Neither of us can face the
truth.
Neither of us wants to
admit it.
We
don't want to
realize,
Don't want to
say aloud,
The
fact that we're sprialing
downward.
That
we're going to come crashing
down.
Neither of us want to
say,
How
we're going to end up leaving each
other.
Eventually, it's what
will have to happen.
We'll never have
forever.
We'll never kiss,
touch, or love.
We're not capable of
being friends,
But
we're not able to be together.
We're the glass that is
falling,
And
the hand that is just slow
enough
To
let it shatter.