Giving in slowly
to reality.
Don't try to pretend
anymore.
We are...
were...
friends.
At least
we tried to be.
That is
where importance lies.
Not in the holes
your heart carries
or my poor attempt
at control.
Not in empty beds.
Not in double standards.
Not in who's f**king whom,
because we're both
F**ked in some way.
No, love
what is important
is that we connected once.
And for a moment
neither of us
had to be alone.