Dancing

Dancing

We're dancing. Dancing around each other; dancing around others.

We're hiding. Hiding from our feelings; hiding from ourselves.

It's not real. These feelings I'm feeling; the emptiness you're projecting.

We're just dancing.

I wish I knew how to tell the truth. I wish I knew why it was so hard to explain. If there was something between us, it's gone now, it's faded. It's just dust in the wind and it's hard to explain.

We were friends then lovers. It's gone now, it's over. So what's left of the fragile relationship we both held close to our hearts?

When I think of you I'm angry and I don't know why. But I look at you and the mask you wear and suddenly I realise you're the cause of it. The stupid thing is I'm not angry at you, it was all me.

Months later and we're still dancing.

Months later I'm still hiding.

Now it's real.

But we're still just dancing.
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