there's only one thing left here now,
a void of apprehension.
we've gone too far from what we were,
we're in another dimension.
we'd hang out and play, and when it got dark,
we'd log off and wait for the next day to begin.
and when that next day arrived,
we'd have the same type of fun again.
but then we broke apart,
absorbed in another world of complication.
and what was built seemed like fun and games,
but to the outsiders it was means of separation.
i never wanted you to leave,
i wanted back the older days.
when all our worries were dead and gone,
and we'd just laugh the day away.
and then the dreaded yesterday came.
we fooled around like we always have.
i can't understand why you were peeved.
i don't know why you got mad.
but you made a decision and something happened.
what we built is crumbling down.
i know someday we might break apart
but i don't want it to happen now.
i can act like it's all fun and games,
i can act like this is all okay.
but act is the key word here,
because it might not be alright after yesterday.
a vent poem about something that happened in a friend group. something small set off one of us, something as small as joking around a lot, and now everyone's getting mad and pointing fingers while some of us are just trying to sort this out and i'm trying to pretend it never happened but i can't pretend anymore