that touch that burns and warms like wax
that pull and push that leaves a question mark
the smile you love but cannot read
the woman seemingly fragile, whom you cannot lead
the self-fulfilling prophecy of loss
a comfortable distance that you choose,
Is your familiar routine;
To me - a spark, my irresistible in-between

Addicted to the fear
Before you gained a speck of understanding her
you wish she'd disappear
a lot too soon but not enough
to see beyond each others mud

a heavy heart, two hundred miles
i hope you find somebody closer with my eyes