qzat

the distance

when I hurt

I hurt you

and that\'s something I keep getting wrong

I say I\'m sorry but it sits with you

I see it under your surface

I see myself tearing you apart

we reach out in embrace but somehow find ourselves

with hands around each others throats

I chip away at you

you chisel and fracture parts of my figure

inextricably entwined in a love meant to capture

a love meant to mold

a love that has burned us with fury

but left our hearts cold