Strangers

Now we're back to being strangers
    we once were

But that's okay
I like being your stranger
      not knowing you
and you, not knowing me


I just hate this thing in the middle
from being just random strangers
  to being back to strangers


I wish our paths didn't cross that day
so I wouldn't have to know
what a sweet person (I thought) you are
and what a narcissist you are


Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate 😝😝