the distance

qzat

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

  • Author: qzat (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 21st, 2018 11:30
  • Category: Love
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