We're not Cool

You and I
Are cool,
Or at least we used to be.

But not anymore.

And now
I can feel the end coming,

That's the problem with these things,
Things where you give too much away,
Thinking it's okay.

You see,
But only through this visor,
It's a tricky business to pull off right.

But I can't win.

Maybe I,
Don't know how to play this sick game.

But I know you meant something
To me,
Then and now..

I hope anyway,
But without a long time to miss,
And with such bad tastes swilling through mouths
So used to wine.

In a whirl wind of..

Something...

It changed.

And now I'm looking at it,
From every possible angle.

Trying to determine,
If there is point to this resolution,
Or if the dice needs to be re-spun.

It's quite unspeakable.

You and I are good friends;
Aren't we?

Well,
Why does it feel
Like I'm pursuing my own failure,
Courting with hatreds tattered cobwebs

And without a chance to learn to miss it,
We will part and walk away again.

Taking our opinions,
Taking our expectations,
Taking our prowess;
Out of these winding doors,
And down separate high streets.

No more understanding,
It's a shame to say but..

You live another time,
No space for things..

No space for these kind of feelings;
At least not that you suggest.

Leaving me in the dark,
Such a warm darkness,
Like the velvet curtains,
Holding onto heart strings..

Covering me in these dirty,
Dirty feelings,
That's not cool.

Another culture.

But this situation,
I value it,
But only at the expense of something
That cannot be replaced
Or remade.

I don't care,
Not like I used to,
Or was I lying?

I'm not really sure.

But then you go and say something
That tricks me into thinking there is a point to
This madness.

Maybe there is reason
I'm sitting here in front of you now.

I've got a collection of dreams,
I've got ambition,
And people to run back into the ground.

I've got happiness on the one hand,
And open wounds on the other..

But I'm
Silently hoping we can stay in this moment.

All the blood means nothing
If it's not returned
To the only kingdom.

But I know that life will turn,
And the world will forget me,
And you.

No matter.

But what we have-
It hurt me
then,
but only because I couldn't tell them,
the words didn't work out loud.

But the hints don't slide well.

No one's really that important
To the world anyhow.

So, maybe it's high time
I took a brake from reaching for
Your acceptance.

Idle approval.

Now that's not cool.

I've been told,
Not to chase after things
That can't be reached,
But I still do that anyway.

But now I can see,
That there's no point to this madness.

It's just
Not cool.

We,
We're not cool
Any longer.

We had been good friends,
Still are,
But
We are in no way

Cool.