It's not that I don't love you.
Or even that I don't care, but constant seperation....
The distance isn't hate, it's an outer body shield, it protects what's within.
The shattered pieces scattered across the heart and mind.
Yet I see no reluctance, no hurt on your part.
In my mind I wonder why and aloud as well.
If you don't love me enough, then why continue to stay.
The doors to the left.
The exit of our shared bond, scarred, torn, tattered.
Just to see you walk away again, I must truly say hurts in a ludacris way |
Submission Name: The Journal: Distance
