Against the bitterness
When all I can taste is the bitterness in your breath-a half life of lies and lonely nights.
Remembering the coffee and midnight strolls
and other nights of would-be's and what-nots.
When all that's left is the space between us,
I wonder why we dream.
When all I can taste is the desperation,
a mix of need and want.
I'm breaking and wondering what it means to breath
can this pain bleed me alive ?
When all I can see is darkness,
a few forgotten goodbyes and glances.
Stumbling into this momment
what does this mean to you ?
When this month ends and another begins,
does it fade into black and leave?
What does this momment mean ?
Tell me, how do I get close to you ?

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