brittle bones are cracking, walking away's painful mistake
grains of sand are slipping through the cracks of fingers crossed
time has spilled and laid its sprawled figure in quiet resignation on the floor
dreamless and vacant, the space between us stays
distance that transcends a history of solidarity stands against the winds of desperation
and though i try to close it, my love is spread too thin
it's bruised and weakly beating but still some part belongs to you no matter neglect nor abuse
because some part of me still loves you
even if it doesn't feel returned
but most of me has lost you
(i clearly never had you the way they seem to)
that's a lesson i've come to learn.
