As I Knew It

We used to write like whispers into the quiet of the night, Now every word’s a weapon, aimed to win a fight. You’ve got your polished phrases, I’ve got my broken thoughts, But neither of us really says what we want.

We used to share like secrets, raw and unrefined,
Now it’s just a contest, who can craft the perfect line.
Caught in endless echoes, where the loudest one wins,
Scrolling through the static, but never letting you in.

Once this web wove us, a delicate thread of gold,
Now code binds us tighter, but tears apart the hold.
We chase the perfect image, wrapped in borrowed light,
Swiping through illusions, where the truth fades from our sight.