in reality
these ugly thoughts dissolve
we go to the beach
we laugh
we love niamh
we eat ice cream
we talk
and laugh
and i know there is no one who knows me so well
we finish each other's sentences
so corny
like twins
or lovers
and we ridicule the corniness
this is comfort
and when there is pain
we bear it together
through our strange cynicism
which isn't real
underneath
but only we know this
it helps us survive
friendship is powerful
and yet
fuck
i hate myself
i really do
but this isn't enough |