ratak-monodosico:

Mel Odom

We are so similar,
Yet I want so much to devour you,
Plus, I couldn’t ask you not to speak.
Why risk adding more reality to our distance.

Distracted
Selfish
Distant
Slow

I could go on but I am what I am and not what I’m not

Graying hair,
Brownish pink big lips,
Giving you soca wining songs,
Knowing very well that I am more birdy,

I have been building bridges to places I have never been,
Brick by brick on old love, the nostalgic remains of a forgotten version,
I disappear into these vivid dreams wide awake in the wee of night,
Because I have to be really exhausted to sleep in the bed I have lain,

So there are pauses and winks,
I feel the undressing,
I feel the neck bites,
I feel the ripped clothes,

I accept this as enough,

The appearance of a distracted stoic,
The performance of a selfish cheat,
The distant brushes with fate,
Slowly watching time,

I could never be closer than this,
Kissing you would be the easy giveaway
Flirting around would be the sweetest foreplay,
Hearing you breathe would utterly break me,

So here we dance by keystrokes,
Wishing devilish things,
Putting up with the aching pain,
Piling on more with alcohol

You and I,
Lying in ruins,
Aching for more,
Perfectly far apart.