Nothing was your fault,
Nothing real was disputed.
I let myself
Or rather forced myself to slip away.
At a distance I watched, and you struggled to pull me back in.
But I was too far.
My mind was made up – at a distance I would remain.
I would be a bystander to our relationship.
It consumed me.
My distance was beyond my control.
I was scared. I didn’t know the way back
I could see you. I could hear you.
But I was stuck.
And everything was falling apart
and I thought I couldn’t save it.
I’m back, I swear.
You don’t have to do this on your own.
Glistening, colorful lights.
Hot, sweet lattes.
Cold, loud nights.
Why is my heart a galaxy away?
Done wishing that the little things I care about so much were different.
Done hoping that you’d realize and love enough to make an effort.
Done giving you the resources you need to make this work.
I’m finished. My work here is done.
In the silence, in the rain, on a rough day.
All I can see is your smile. All i can hear is your laugh.
I smile, as tears run down my face.
Just like you smiled, when you held my face with your calloused hands, as you kissed my cheeks.
As I talked on and made promises I could never keep, you just nodded.
You nodded, hugged, cried, laughed.
You may be Resting in Peace, but your Love Fights my Wars.
It always wins.
I hear, see, observe the same thing.
On girls who are in love, in clouds.
On girls whose boys are not serious, too young.
On girls who have been in one relationship, for one month, for one moment.
To cure the disease that is doubt, perhaps.
Promises, like legal contracts, are only necessary when they are broken.