Poetry Of A Borderline

love and hate

Eye to eye, chest to chest, heart to heart.

We were so close that we interwound, yet even with so much love, you were still cold.

I view the changes and do nothing.

I say what's wrong, my love, while no words are said.

I listen to the stories and feel the pain that comes.

I hear words and say, "That's okay."

And then I remember that it's just me and my brain.