It’s like having a glass wall punched down between you and me. And it’s like the close proximity we have with each other stretches to million miles away. It’s like holding your hands without holding your presence. It’s like I’m losing you to your thoughts.
It’s like you’re in your own island and I’m left broken wishing you would, somehow, let me in
What if the happiness he rarely brings worth a hundred times the pain he often causes?
The vision in front of me blurs
I see fractions of the life you had before
My own thoughts are like stars I can’t fathom into constellations
Those scattered facts and imaginations inevitably blend, chaotically
And as I rub my eyes, I took your words in
I let you in
If only I had a bigger heart
If only I had a clearer conscious
If only you meant what you say