Distance in a stance I’d rather choose to repeat than lose out on anymore motherfucking sleep. I can’t seem to write it out, but I have reason to let you know and I have far more reason to doubt that all we had once hoped for is seemingly playing out as a little less than the love we had once expressed. It was obvious to be a forgotten thing, in lives far too dismantled to simply be, one, with all we’d come to love; as emptiness provoked the last few remnants of. And I remained further absent from the cause.
But I knew you would see the beauty of,
the broken pieces I left for you to reveal to yourselves
in lifelines crossed and scattered, souls switched and scoured
and you’re probably thinking I’m some sort of coward, but I wanted to express
there seems to have been foul play, rarity in the unfairness found to walk us through another day
and I cant even fucking bring myself to more less breathlessly say,
I love you anyway, k.