Honesty is the best policy, One we've chosen to abstain. Honestly I'd rather you be honest with me; Walking on eggshells we could refrain.
Tiptoeing around so we don't step upon the cracks in our floors, Holding our breath tight so we don't breath in the thick truth- God forbid we just speak honestly anymore, God forbid we let all of the unsaid thoughts loose.
Honestly I can't say I know you like I once did, And that's absolute fact. All because we have absolutely forbid Ourselves from a backtrack-
Backtracking to when we could actually talk without thinking before speaking Or worrying about what we have said. No worries of the truth leaking From our honest hearts and heads.
I don't want your meaningless quips, Your aimless remarks. I prefered the small notes on slips, Our conversations in the dark.
Honesty is the best policy, A policy we tried and found true- A policy we have declined to upkeep, A policy we once knew.
Thankfully I have reconciled with an ex and it's really helped me continue to move on and be happier. Like I've always said he's a great person and I missed being his friend a lot when we broke up. Despite reconciling, we're both so guarded and careless towards a friendship and it's sad because I know deep down we both care a lot. Neither of us, though solely my speculation, are willing to speak up and honestly say "hey I really missed you and it ***** that this is what we are now but this is what it is." We've spent so long apart and so long pretending it didn't matter (at least on my behalf, a poor defense mechanism I'm apt to use) that I've started to believe it and I can't even have a solid conversation with him.