The Ugly Truth

You and me
stick together like mac and cheese
never really stick; always around each other.
I once thought we have an atomic bond.
I was wrong.

The acid that is our feelings
and all the words said
the acid that is the truth
corrodes the bond that was formed
weak as it is because of words unspoken
now melted, corroded, bit by bit.

I need only to create a distance
and push you away
and wait for a time
when you have grown tired
when all we shall remain
is what we once were.

1817 hour (24/04/10)