Distance Talks

I fell in love with distance,

With the late nights and moments

spent alone in a dark room.

I contemplated my true beauty,

the solitude from within that at once I

couldn’t reach because the space was too

crowded, and my mind had been filled

with the majority of my bad habits.

I fell in love with the thought of being

in someone’s presence,

but not elaborating on that action

because my presence was not

for simple minded adolescents.

I realized that love always drifts away

and it’s not for me to point out

mistakes, that’s why

I always end up ruining shit.

I’m not comfortable with the thought

of a partner, because sometimes

I feel like they’re part of me.

that’s a dangerous game to play

because when they decide to leave

I’ll still be sitting here waiting for

a signal to breathe instead

of breathing with them.

waiting for a signal that I’m loved,

waiting to be put together like

a puzzle, or the lyrics of a song,

waiting for a simple sign of affection

and admiration,

Waiting for validation when all

I’m getting is self corrections

and then I feel trapped.

that’s why I always tend to fall apart.