And it breaks my heart what love has turned us into.
Longing turning into anger,
fists pounding instead of arms holding,
words into thorns,
fingertips slicing,
fingerprints bruising,
chasing me away,
pushing me off the edge.
Yesterday we felt like forever,
today, tomorrow is not ours.
I don’t want to sleep if it means I’ll dream of you.
I don’t want to stay awake if it means I’ll think of you.
Where do I go?
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