Untitled Poetry

Fourty Five

Two souls
Torn apart by
An undeniably long
Distance.
The acquiesces
becoming prominent,
The air becoming
More tense,
The space between my
Sheets becoming colder
At night.
The amount that
I miss you
Is taking over
Everything.
They say distance
is bearable if
Two people love
Each other enough to
Overcome it.
I love you so much,
But one person
Can't hold all the
Responsibility.
I need you
To
Love
Me
Too.