Friends forever, is there any truth in this?

I knew I saw that coming but i chose to ignore the danger signs.

I thought time was all we need to oil this creaky structure,

this structure that is about to fall apart anytime.

Though I never understood how the mechanism worked,

I knew it was a treasured thing, a valuable possesion i fancied.

Yet I still chose to do nothing to salvage the fraying sides, the weathered surface.

I tapped the broken structure.

Hollow, empty and shallow.

Had there been any filling all along?

Was there any truth, any substance in this?

Or have I simply been too blinded all along?

Obsessed in keeping up a facade,

a promise.

Saddened am I?

I don't know.