Smoke Screens
I’ve been around this rabbit hole so many times I don’t know which way is up. I can’t tell if these are mixed signals because I’m don’t even know if the frequency is for me.
Are we both in the same place, but so blinded by the smoke I can’t feel you standing beside me? Or have you moved so far along we now have the same feelings but for different people?
I’m so tired of talking in code. You used to be my best friend. I showed you the most vulnerable parts of me because you were the only one I could trust with everything. Now I don’t even know how to respond to your fucking texts.
So here I am. Throwing more wood on the fire. Letting the smoke billow until we can’t see our hands let alone each other. We’ll either choke on it or bump into one another. Either way, I don’t see how this won’t go down in flames.
