the distance

you keep

has taught me

to survive

without you

loving me

no more tears

no more begging

just the silence

between us

no big deal

the silence it has only become

the sounds of me letting go

of us

i count the days till you love me like you once did...

but the numbers blur.

I’ve accepted will never love as we once did in this picture I burn in my hands.

It is you and I, me with a ring on my left hand you hugging me the both of us with smiles of forever.

Hard to be honest with myself about you

too much history

involved

Old pictures

I look over and I’m haunted

by the old version of us

wondering

if it'll stay behind.

I count the days

till you love me again.

But the best days are the ones we spend apart.

And I know

that says a lot.

you are in denial

but I can tell you are not in love

it is in your eyes gazing

at me full of disgust

for no reason at all

maybe it makes you feel better

to say you love me

so if it helps say as you wish

but you and I know

you hate me

so

you’ve always been

a man in a bubble.

no room

for two.

meanwhile i pour

my heart to you

and if i don’t

do it your way

then you rage

and wonder

why i am

so broken.

i know you love me

but you don’t even

try to remind me