Drawling

your capacity for sadness is not deep enough
your threshold for disappointment just not as wide
it takes a lot to feel connected
and feel anything as I plan on leaving your side.
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you sense a disconnection
a romantic ache for how things are supposed to be
love is only as dark as its beholders
and you and I watched much too closely.
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all affections now, and always were, white, and stark
yours felt whole, but dark
whole, but dark
holy, but pulled apart
fell apart
in the dark.
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my hand; vibrating fingers crossed
yours; still fist
I promised not to write of this
promised
not to
write
of this.
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the problem is
I know myself well enough to know that I will not be happy until I have a reason to be.