I stay away, kept at arm's length
I have to, you're with her...
I can't ask you the impossible
even if you weren't.
I don't even know if it's possible
You still made my day, though
It's always going to be a battle of wills
For once, I'm not investing
For once, I'm not diving headfirst
into the abyss—a blissful one.
It may look like roses from up here but the thorns and jagged rocks stare back at me.
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Purpose: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems, vastly varying from different perspectives and putting down into words what goes on in my mind as I try to let love and let go.
