a new kind of friendship

and here i shall and here we shall, strew the broken hearts (what's left of them) all on the floor along our paths. like a satire of red riding hood, only slightly more disturbing

if you show me your broken heart and i'll show you mine;
can we be friends forever, and live just fine?

i promise i promise to you i'm not cruel
i promise that we shall never again pool
in rivers of tears and lakes of pain
just this time round i hope things are the same
i promise i promise to not laugh at you
at your non-pain, for mine alone is true.