to avoid the hurt that comes as a price
of getting too attached, as you
become more and more isolated
on this faraway land you lock
yourself up, behind the walls you've built
in-between your heart,
and everything else.
Your oblivion is admirable,
as you try and you try, to
construct this space
to keep yourself seemingly...
within reach yet
always out of reach,
as you slip, and you slip, and
you never stop slipping, out of my fingertips.
In all honesty, it is unfair
how thoughts of you encircle my
mind, reigns in my heart from
leaping out and frolicking around out
of its cages, and all I want to do is
close in the gap you've established
yet the distance between us seems
to go on, and on.
