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DistanceSo close to me...
To my heart.
So far away...
From my body.
Miles stretched out cant strain my love...
Whether its three thousand miles or two...
I'll always be with you.
Distance Between UsLoving you is harder than you can imagine.
Imagining though, is harder than loving you.
Distance makes love stronger, so they say.
They say it increases strength, but so does it pain.
Every night I lay awake close to tears.
Close to tears I lay in wait for your arms to embrace me.
Arms that will not embrace me for an unknown amount of time.
Every muscle screams when I move, calling out for you.
I call out for you in dreams. I scream. But you cannot kiss me calm.
I wake up with nightmares of you gone forever.
The nightmare feels like reality, not having you here.
Every hug from friends feels too short.
The feelings are too short, knowing that my body wishes to be held for hours.
My body longs to be held, and I know that I have no one to hold me but you.
But you're not here.
Cold is the place that I am.
I am cold without your arms. Your lips. Your words.
We go through the usual questions and answers each time we talk, but I never say what's on my mind.
I have so many burning questions on
DistanceLove isn't something that blossoms or blooms. It isn't something that explodes from a single cinder. No, love is much more than that. Love is a feeling. A real, true feeling. Not a flower or a fire or a metaphor. When you look at a flower bud, you know it will bloom. When you see hot cinders, you know they may catch. When you look into the eyes of another person, you don't know what lies underneath. And as you discover what's there, the love is found.
A girl meets a boy. Then another. Then another. Sometimes, love is found. Each time it's found, it's lost. And each time it's lost, she's searching all over again. She doesn't know she's searching, but she is.
A boy meets a girl, and he finds love. He watches as she finds love, then loses it, finds it, then loses it. Each time she loses it, he's waiting, waiting, waiting. He knows he's waiting. And he won't stop.
She's been searching so long, hurting so long. Her heart feels wasted, her love hidden away forever. Finally, she stops. She's
-Distance is the reason-Distance is the reason,
That I keep my thoughts on you.
I cant see you every day,
And there's nothing I can do.
All I do is hear your voice,
And dream of your sweet face.
Not even in the simplest world,
Could a memory be retraced.
I think of you each minute,
With the songs that always play.
Or the midnight shadows calling out,
Or the sunlight in the day.
I wish I didn't cause these things,
To happen between us.
Maybe, some day, things will change,
And they'll be able to soon trust.
All I want to do is cry,
Whenever I hear your name.
I know that I cant see you here,
Without you, I'm not the same.
Its my fault that this happened,
And I'm sorry that it did.
Who would have guess that you and I,
Would ever even kiss?
But now I fear that things have changed,
And it's all because of me.
I'm the reason I can't smile,
Or be the best that I can be.
I'm the reason that I changed,
To someone that breaks down.
Without you there to hold me close,
All I can do is frown.
Even if I hear your voice,
procellous distance.I hate texting.
I hate those monosyllable replies; I hate the long drawn out conversations. I hate the cold, metal voice I use in my head to read messages that should be said with feeling, emotion, joy. I hate waiting; I hate waiting for a "yes" or a "no" or an "I love you." I hate it when a message doesn't come, when all you want is a sign that the person you're thinking of is thinking of you as well.
More than anything, however, I hate how somehow a text becomes a replacement for your arms; for the feeling of your breath on my neck, your hands in my hair, the whisper of a smile against my skin. I want your voice sleepily wishing me goodnight with your body intertwined with mine rather than reading "Night!" on an artificially bright screen. "i luv ya," is not the same as the rich, husky "I love you," I hear as my eyes flutter shut. I hate the distance of a screen; the way you are so close, and yet so much further away than you ever have been before.
I hate texting-
but not so much as
DistanceLaughing with you in the car,
still giddy from
too much sex, with your parents in the next room;
you stop me with a simple,
"Love, will we make it?"
meaning when you go away--
it was enough to make me cry,
but I told you yes, we would make it.
"Promise?" I breathed through
my tears, and you continued to drive through the rain,
I'm just afraid for us,
for what might happen.
I love you,
and I don't want to let anything come between,
but I worry."
It's all you can do,
the rain slipping down the windshield in clear magnifying specks of
to sit and
half pray he doesn't hear you crying, half
pray he does
and he finds some way to stay--
but you've been through that, too,
and it's only for a while.
For two years, and a lot can change in two years,
but you've loved someone for four before,
and you didn't love that person even half as much as
so it's possible, right?
But you don't want to spend
nights falling asleep on webcam hoping
maybe, next week, or the week after
Distance.I hate this awful gnawing numbing feeling.
It's tearing me apart as I write to you.
The word is repeating in my head,
not unlike a favorite song looped to play again and again.
My word is when.
When are you coming back?
When can I see you?
When will things go right?
I am willing Destiny to change her mind and
put you back in my arms.
I need your embrace.
Where are you? Why aren't you here?
Sometimes, I whisper to you at night,
as I'm nodding off,
while I'm dreaming.
When I wake,
the first word to escape my mouth is your name.
Come back to me.
Don't you miss me too?
Invisible but all too real barriers
stand between my shallow frozen figure
and your enlightening oh-so-familiar warmth.
When did we become strangers?
The tasty tingling of our meeting smiles
has blown away to dust,
forever leaving my insatiable lips unkissed.
The once accustomed embraces that we'd share,
with your arms wrapped firmly to me,
holding me together
You took them with you.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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