I thought they said that distance makes a heart grow fonder?
But somehow miles seem much longer than they used to.
The space between has grown.

Unfamiliar to me are the surroundings you now call home.
I had thought your home would always be the one around the corner from mine.
I thought they said that distance makes a heart grow fonder?

You bury your discontent under a heap of lies;
Never enough time to call, stamps are too expensive; don’t expect letters anymore.
The space between has grown.

I’m reaching out into darkness.
It seems like you're across the country, not a few states away.
I thought they said that distance makes a heart grow fonder?

Honesty has become inimical, denial is now our close friend.
We didn’t seem to notice the change happen, once we did we tried to cover it up.
The space between has grown.

It seems that we have changed, grown up in very opposite ways.
We let two hundred twenty six miles define us, change us, it has successfully destroyed us.
The space between has grown.
I thought they said that distance makes a heart grow fonder?

I cannot save you,
cling to me to keep you afloat and you will find my skin is too slippery to latch on to and that you will certainly drown.
I try hard to keep my own sorrows at bay,
I cannot help defend you from yours.
I am sorry, I am too weak to protect both you and I,
my smile falters easily and if you look long enough you will see that my happiness is a facade.
I was unaware that you faced your own demons,
that you, too, were drowning in the same sea as I.
Perhaps if we joined forces we could keep the monsters away.
But instead, you are hundreds of miles away,
throwing swears at me when I say the wrong thing,
not letting me see your scars,
not letting me know your pain.
You caught me off-guard this time,
you didn't let me know when you were caught in the quicksand,
you only let me know once it swallowed you whole.

I want to tell you that it is going to be okay.
It's not
I can't lie to you
(I'm scared)
What does the future hold?
I have no idea
All I know is no matter how many miles are between us,
you will always be on my mind.
Whether you are right next to be or a hundred miles away,
you are on my mind.
It is a scary thing for the future to be so up in the air.
Everything is uncertain
Nothing is permanent.
Who do you trust these days?
No one but the dog.

Blame is heavy;
it seems you've forgotten that.
You put the blame on me without thinking that maybe I can't bear its weight.
It seems to not enter your mind that it could crush me.
We both know I'm not strong
(at least, I thought you knew that)
I am weak minded,
I used to be strong hearted.
You broke that long ago.
The love that I had for you,
the love for you that was in my genes,
has somehow disappeared.
I lay in bed at night,
aching for you to care,
hoping that maybe one day you will try to call me.
You don't.
It's been two weeks without a single word.
The last words you spoke were angry,
you shouted as you mercilessly put the blame on me.
It seems that you forgot to take it with you when you left.