the secret glances that we swopped

across a crowded room filled with the smell 

of teenage hormones and suicide attempts

we're an uneven pair in an uneven world

and nothing will ever change that.



and if we fail

one of us will carry on regardless

and the other will pump themselves full of sadness

and exsanguinate pointless emotions

that nobody will clear up



yet we sit her in our peaceful inaction

and let the days pass and the moments pass

without a care, because we are satisfied in our

wishful existence and wait for the things we want most

to fall into our lap without sight or sound.



we dream about being the people in love songs

and part of the perfect romances of hollywood

but a little part of our mind reminds us that this is

modern-day suburbia and all our fantasies 

have already be destroyed and forgotten, by bombs

and war and politicians and everything we should never have seen on tv.



sometimes hiding behind friends and finding any excuse

to walk away and use our memories rather than our eyes

reminds of us of that sweet idyllic childhood

and it makes us content



and then we have to start all over again.