Maybe we’ll be fine
Pretending it’s okay now
Turning a blind eye.

We weep as if were angels,
          but we just change our
                          reflections,
to a different shade.
Because angels aren't  real,
               and were only mortal
                 So look away, its not ok..

curiosity*
the pull to see
builds up , conjures
as my mind is reminded of thee

but strength shall prevail
in this sad, lonely tale
where i force my hand
away from another heartache fail

for the need to know
about your to and fro
dents the progress
that has returned my daily glow

so i'll claim this small vicotry
while preserving my dignity
banishing your feeds
and ignoring your activity