i painted your nails and you sleep while i write all this down

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time and distance take their toll
i earlier described it as someone
throwing brick after brick at me and
me barely flinching
just a heavy weight of sad that only gets larger.
i sat there, starring straight ahead
unable to cry. i was incapable of just about anything

i don't know how i feel about you any more
i think it would be best if you cancelled your flight
it would be weird if you came
i'm sorry.

helpless is an emotion on to itself.

nothing can explain the feeling of saddness and the inability to change a person's mind.
nothing i could do or say would make him feel better
or change his words.

and, i am still going.
we will see what happens.
it is different, given the distance.
people make brash decisions, and well,
the least we owe eachother is one last time together.
if for anything, just closure.

then i wept with my face in your night shirt
trying hard as hell to say until death separates us

i painted your nails and you sleep while i write all this down

there was a moth caught in the soap dish lamenated
in lime will you still remember me well

when i ask you to kiss my pulse you offer to start the shower
i want a verb and you give me a noun.