Friendship is an illusion born of need
a daft pretense that distraction and
artifice can surpass the loneliness
and desperation for long enough to get us through
We dance, imagining more of our compatriot's
reality than we actually observe...
we impose the reality we wish and ignore
the side items. (That always ends well.)
Gung-ho Joe and away we go!, head first
romanticized exploits and kissy-poo woo.
That's the way it starts, and on the way it bends,
and sooner or later the honeymoon ends
We swap out new for old,
or the frequency changes up,
perhaps we avoid one another,
or go through motions
to preserve the lie
Somebody's always ankles-high and pants on the ground,
the other firmly in command; if you're unsure your role
then it's a given you're Number Two....in more ways than one.
Hierarchies, manipulations, disillusionment,
murkiness, white lies, mixed personalities,
unclear motives, being used, not being
heard, unreturned calls, dismissive acts,
indirect expectations, assumptions, fickle
natures, double standards, and--unless you
count blackmail--no legitimate ties.
Sounds delish; I can't imagine why more
people don't sign up for friends!