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The first. The last.

There has been quite some distance between you and I Not to mention the 5 year span of time that's passed us by. There were days of recognition others were idle in focus When you came back, it was like a sail boat in a dream that had once riled in me such a fuss. I now play with ships and study in trade winds while leaving my childhood fancies adrift. Perhaps you mean to bring them back to me or offer a needed lift. In this gesture, I felt your warmth, pleasant to my icy skin Yet it will not cure frost-bite, or the frequent chill I feel within. I see through the cookie cutter concept: either way the dough will taste the same. I recall your voice, the mention of our past, leaves shudders I can hardly tame. Things have changed and yet you only see the stains in the curtains Because you remember how they got there, while the rest is uncertain. Time is our element, and that, I have no stake in We rise to the occasion and lay down to rest only to begin again. Maybe I am bitter; by your selfish intent, it is justly proven so. You can't hurry me along; I am a pacer, something I'll bet you didn't know. We aren't playing with old puzzles pieces; I put those together long ago. I hate the way I hate you; after all, you're trying so hard. No matter how much I want you to understand, my words don't get very far. The proof will come from whatever you don't let me burn, whatever respect you can find for me, whatever you can learn from my distance, however harsh, it has a purpose. I'd rather have the time well spent with a good friend; a two-week lover is unrealistic and altogether worthless. If the choice bestowed by your actions remains: Enjoy the weeks here without me: from this visit, I have nothing to gain.
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chelsea-eldridge
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Jun 30, 2013
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