More Than A Number
And I thought feeling you in my arms would always be enough
And it still is,
But only for a moment.
Only for a breath.
And I googled how many breaths a person might take during the day, and I came out with 17,280 to 23,040 breaths per day,
And let's face it, I'm not going to hold you in my arms for that many breaths.
It would be forever,
And forever's too long
That would be selfish of me; to hold you back from life just to keep mine full.
You'd resent me, and that's the last thing I want, because I know how it feels to be held at arms length...
You are truly the only thing keeping me sane,
But I can't help but feel like I'm sure it won't last.
Because good things never linger for too long.
And now I forget what it feels like to hold you in my arms.
And you're too far, and I'm right here, but no matter how still I stand, you never get any closer.
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Words, Words, Words
PoetryThe title pretty much covers the basics of what this is. It's words (x3). My words, specifically. There are poems, short stories, little random paragraphs, slam poems, a whole shitload of things. So read if you want to (or don't).
