Its been a while,
since i finally accepted
the end.
But my heart still aches,
everytime i think
of how we ended.

And if i could go back,
I wish i could tell you:
I stayed for so long not ,
not because i was weak.
But because i believed
in the good person in you.

I left, not because you
stopped wanting me,
but because i no longer
loved myself by loving you.

Drift on drift on but rhythm run
And timber flail with the rolling throng
What little lies in wanting yet waits
for not all waiting want doomed to rot

But wait but wait beasts heart do beat
For tragic fear and demented dreams,
Of drowned minds and blinded crowds
Of crashing hooves and shattered screams

Ribble rabble and squalor squabble
over thoughts that streak between their feet
May one grab hold and its secrets unfold
A world without waiting or babble

—

3 feet away.
Please remain 3 feet away.

Because, is it possible for your body temperature to radiate through my skin?
It burns me up, quickly, I wondered if i was just standing near the sun.
Stop. This heat. I am uncontrollable.
Even if, all you do is just that.

3 feet away.
please remain 3 feet away.

Because, is it possible for your absentminded stare to pierce through this wild-mess mind of mine?
It is not polite to uncover someone's old book so easily.
Stop. This heat. I am uncontrollable.
Even if, all you do is just that.

3 feet away.
Please remain 3 feet away.

Because, is it possible for your almost accidental touch to electrify the nerves on my system?
The lights inside are turned up, the whole house awakened. At once.
Stop. This heat. I am uncontrollable.
Even if, all you do is just that.

There's triumph in each step
Walking timidly home
Looking down
So no one can see the grin
Spread generously across my face
Or the love marking my neck
Because, selfishly,
I want it all to myself.

When it comes to you,
The words "personal space" are
Just a blank side note

You are fading
People crowding over you
I refuse to let go of the memory
It's still there only vaguely
A wisp of your voice
your eyes
your hair
It's all barely there
I see a beautiful blonde and green mix
A voice hard to identify
But it's yours for sure
I need more
It is a desire
A mental wanting
It's all I can do
I need more of you

Your room has seen your secrets:
Your dangerous apathy
Your restless midnights
Your inviting sheets
Your missed mornings
Your tireless love
Your tired admiration
Your sore beauty
Your tentative bravery
Your half-awake kiss
Your sober frustration
Your wasted excitement
Your naked safety
Your thoughtless stresses
Your mind being torn apart
Your soft intakes of beautiful breath
And it will never, ever not want you.