Your eyes,
I see them shift,
and my mind starts to drift,
“Where are they wandering?”
I asked,
I’m wondering,
Struggling to understand,
Why my hand is so out of reach for you,
And when I do try to meet you halfway, There’s this wall in the way,
That prevents me from leaving,
And compels me to stay,
This wall replaces the warmth I once felt,
And the hand I once so quickly held,
But I suppose feeling the cold wall,
Beats feeling nothing at all,
Even when all of our goodbyes,
Feel like knives digging into our lives, souls, Each one more painful than the prior,
I still mourn for our love,
That once burned like a fire,
As I burn in the pyre,
We unknowingly built,
The tears I shed for the sake of love,
Turn into vapors of rage and guilt,
(at the moment)
And the most heartbreaking thing,
Is that my heart is beating,
As it continues breaking, melting,
I wish I could blame fate for our failure,
Instead of knowing it’s the choices we’ve been making,
Now I’m taking my time,
To make up my mind,
but with each step, I take toward progress,
I feel you taking steps away from mine,
Lover, when did our flames of love, become mixed with fire of resentment, and spite?
and remorse?
And can you tell me,
How can I separate one flame from another,
And still hold your hand,
Without us burning each other?
