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I can feel the walls going up. I can feel you pushing away again. And I'm okay with it, because this is what you do to everyone. But it could be years before you come back around. And I miss you. I miss you when you're right next to me, because you're holding yourself away... I can't help you this time either, and it's tearing me apart. I felt the division. It wasn't a snap, or anything, it was just... a dissolution. It was on the front porch at five am on Monday morning, when we were drunkenly look at the stars. You looked at me too long, I saw you out of the corner of my eye. Then I felt you move away. You do it for the right reasons. You know you'll crash, you don't want me to hurt. And I appreciate it. But I'm hurting a little now. I miss you, I see misery ahead of you and I can't help you.