{"sf1_id":2132809,"sf2_id":"zeRoGVJm","title":"…unaware…","author":"Jiblits","words":168,"posted_at":"2024-05-06T04:02:42.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2132809-unaware","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeRoGVJm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/22/8e/228e4915-be99-4f86-b65a-0192be63d038","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"I never noticed, the hands I was holding, grew cold\n\nThey gave me a dream we could, together, one day, grow old\n\nSomething among the easy, began to break\n\nIt grew in problems, \u0026 to one another, we became fake\n\nBefore I could try to save what you had become\n\nWe fell apart completely, to each other’s wild notions, to reasoning, we were numb\n\nNow the other side of the bed whispers me lies\n\nSometimes, it even quietly cries\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe monster in the mirror shows nothing but an honest smile\n\nHow it likes my fractured composure, it’s so content, all the while\n\nTime still ticks away as I lay in unavoidable company, alone\n\nHow no signals ever find my heart, or anything mentally shown\n\nNo personal call, to myself, can ever be taken\n\nJus trying, always feels like somethin’ mistaken\n\nLost in that moment, it’s too strong to break free\n\nIn that broken reality, you can still find me\n\nThe world didn’t really change\n\nWe jus, became strange"}