those goodbyes to friendships where you never actually say goodbye,

you just drift into a state where it’s too awkward to even say hello,

the glances you share after the realisation sits in that you aren’t that close anymore but there’s still an unspoken bond

a bond which even the sharpest sword couldn’t split.

the pain in your chest when you see them with their other friends and reminisce on how you used to be the person who caused that horrible laugh that you loved so dearly,

the secrets that you shared and told each other you would bring to your graves now find their way into the ears of another who, also, promises to bring to their graves.

the impulsive thoughts to just call them up and invite them to coffee to catch up even though neither of you know what to even say so you just delete the message.

years go by, but there’s still that hope that the fact we never said goodbye means we still have our bond.

we are a bunch of broken souls

that cry for their unfulfilled goals

struggling and suffering

burning and buffering

from birth to death

a complete circle of breath

we live only to die tomorrow

we're happy only to feel sorrow

so why come into this world

when there's nothing we can do

to make it a better place for me and you

and waste a chaste life in haste

for our species will end

and come Darwin's fitter

till then we'll blend

in this world of gold and glitter