As much as I remember we were hardly two. Felt with one heart. Saw through the same lenses.
Not to mention your words that you steady preached to me. Lost the fact – I broke walls so you could reach to me.
Now you touch me and our interaction leaves me with blisters. Can’t tell if you’re hot or cold. Hell or just winter.
I guess you’re somewhere in between the lines and the lanes of my brain so I focus to maintain…
…the sanity I have left. What it’s worth at least.
The gravity of loves scorn – what the reverse should be.
And lost to verses is my conscience, my anger, my hurt, my smile – why its gone when your names up.
Rather hate you from afar now than love you close. Glad to see you hit the bar now, above the toast.
I inspire what you retired. Lost to the locker in a hall of broken dreams and barbed wires.
And halls silence is the only thing that brings me peace of mind – serenity. That’s more than you pretend to see.
My cold heart just took flight and dearly departed and broke free so regardless of whats said, I can’t hear.
So once more, from afar I will regret you. But the lessons that I learned then, for them I can’t forget you.