With every missing
I’ve been working flesh
Over
I don’t want this to be the last time I touch you,
The last you care for me.
I cannot be without
Yr words and magic
Yr love though tragic
I have been thinking
About the way a knife
Cuts
How even the blade is damaged when it tears
And I need you like this
Even in distance
Yr always with me
Even in this misery.
Just say you’ll be with me
Even with all of this
Sickness
Please understand why I sometimes push you away,
As I pull you close.
And I’d rather feel hurt
Than know I’ve given up
On my only love.
