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The distance to love is short,
but forgetting is a wandering expedition of wretched despair.
My heart searches in the distance,
With pursed lips and wide eyes blinded by a glare,
I call out, “Are you there?”
I love him, and sometimes he loves me too.
I love him, so I have to pursue,
“until I’ve found you.”
Wading through the fire like Chaka Khan.
Oblivious that I’m tracking a chakra’s con.
Something to do, someone to love,
Something to look forward to…
I am compelled to continue.
Running, stumbling, losing track of time.
Chasing a perfect imperfection.
God’s divine design.
Alas, I SEE you, a measure of a man.
Holding your own bleeding heart in your hands.
So I give you mine…
What a pleasurable stellar endeavor.
However,
I’m breaking as I bind your pieces back together.
Yet,
I am propelled to expel all the pain you’ve withheld.
The longer I stay in bliss an reminisce,
My own self love is diminished and dismissed.
Repairing a broken man carrying the weight of the world
Is forcing me to manifest my own abyss.
