D-90

Sometimes I don't have the words that I use to have
They become stuck on the tip of my tongue where you use to be
where we use to be
My visions of us multiplied fade away...
when we fall out of what we should be, where we should be, where I need you to be
where you need me to be
the tension ties us down
binds us in fears, doubts and baggage
that weighs us down constantly seeking a better understanding of why we continue to end
up here
fighting back tears
fighting
yet I still can't breathe when you're away from me
so you asking me "if I want YOU to leave" really doesn't make sense to me
You have become my spiritual
a ritual that perhaps the religious meaning behind you I have lost touch with
but when you touch me
hold me in the wee hours of night
I feel you
not just physically laid in my arms cradled inside my stomach
the tightness of your back pushed deep into me
Though we be two different people
You're still the most beautiful girl in the world to me
and see I can't breathe
when you discuss not being here...not being
it tears at my soul
rips me to shreds though sometimes it might feel like my side of bed is icey
empty like yours use to be when you were 400 miles away from me
M-I-A
We work through our individual epiphanies
eyes become clouded by broken windows
surrounded by our own growing pains
when this reality use to be only a fantasy
a tortured dream
we thought could never be
now we be broken
words left unspoken
choking off poisonious fumes that seep in while we sleep
UNCONSCIOUSLY
erasing the LOVE SUPREME that we're suppose to be
we haven't exhausted the possibilities
just need to switch lenses
find a new setting......

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