Sometimes it feels like the thing that brings us together is the same thing that tears us apart
It sucks how though it may be inevitable,
We still hope for the best
And how things may seem completely incredibly normal when things are just not the same
Circumstances showed that it was all back to normal,
Reality proved that it wasn't
Try sweeping everything under the bed in an attempt to forget,
Only to find that you're actually sleeping on it
One day it goes 'Yay! We have the one thing to bond over. One thing you don't share with no one, but me'
The next goes 'Distance. Distance. Hatred. Only when its necessary'
I mean, its just.. Sad
It gives a totally icky feeling at the pit of the tummy
When everything that was almost perfect suddenly goes off.
Almost as if history's repeating.
Except that the terms are different.
Terms are actually pretty good, this time around
Or were. Were pretty good
Love-hate always veered towards love, not hate
Distance then was nv around
Reconciliation was just a phonecall, or a walk away
The only thing that stood between was the hard-heads, egos and stubborn-ness
No one wanted t admit defeat
This time round
We've admitted, we've sorted
But we're still behind the walls of hatred and distance.
Distance.
Distance.
Excuses.
