And The Ugly

You and me  
two different people  
we go out  
break bread with each other  
hang out together  
play some pool maybe  
and talk some shit.  
Truth,understanding,love,admiration,trust.  
Feeling memories,sharing secrets and releasing dreams  
you say things  
with such conviction  
you tell me things  
I want to believe  
you look me straight in the eyes  
and never blink.  
But,why oh why  
do I hear the stories  
of your lies,  
see the hurt  
of your words,  
to the very ones  
you say you love so much.  
Two different people  
you and me  
only lies in the end.  
 
 
 
I was perplexed  
with this poem  
torn between two worlds,  
had two ways to go...  
then I found a third.  
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