The Great Divide

Every time I take a step closer, I feel you pulling away

Why is that?

I’ve taken steps towards you before, only to feel how cold your touch can really be. 

When I touch you, I touch all of those who have had hands on you before.

My touch is cold due to the disastrous discouraging declines from people in my past,

Past hands were cold, so cold, but not yours.

Yours melts and frees all of the bees in my hive— 

you were the one that always made me feel alive. 

I always survived break ups of the past

But you revived me, I no longer just survive, I strive and your love makes it last.

But remind me again why you look past me,

and why I am so preoccupied with your past

(and why the good things never last?)

There is so much, maybe it’s not enough

Too far, too close, too this, not enough that

Excuses are the reasons that separate our fate

We are made up of different parts and reasons, you and I,

and if you look close enough, the colors start to blend —

 in every town I live you are the only thing that makes sense.

Distance parts us, perhaps… one day distance shall collapse?

Would things change for us, or will I not give a damn and snap—

wanting you regardless of the obstacles, only time will reveal our path…