this could be the end of something beautiful
It gets hard loving someone
when you can't bring yourself
to believe that they
love you.
This is the worst part.
The part where you want to
believe,
but you can't.
The part when you realize
your brain and heart
are two useless figures.
Brain, playing nightmare
scenarios when you don't want to
see. Do you hear the
scratching of lonely tree branches
against your windowsill?
They are looking for a new lover.
I want to almost
scratch into you with
twig hands. Love your
blood, feel your heartbeat
through my skin.
I can taste a doubt
hidden behind
cloudy pulses.
It beats, yes.
Like
the military escort.
It's drumming
against ear drums
of lovers in
distant lands.
I am as distant as
distant is.
Sorry.
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