Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Distance seems to be a pleasant torture-
the kind that we endure with a constant
For the sake of desire.
Changing my perception is only enough to keep me
from seeing you at the borderline.
Never enough to stop the knife in my gut from twisting
But if i tuck my head under the weight of the truth
i can barely even see you-
until I come back up for a breathe of air
Then the welling in my stomach moves up to my chest and I still cannot breathe-
because the realization that I am not with you
is more toxic than holding my breath waiting for you to return.
Detoxification spews from my eyes
and it rolls down my face but I am still silent
For loving you- and you loving me
is just enough to get me by
I find solace that I have you
at a distance
rather than not have you