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Our Distant, Close Love

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Though it feels as if I'm alive,
The truth is that I'm dying inside.
All these feelings that I have within
come to fruition from the touch of your skin.
My soul yearns for no other place
than the special warmth of your embrace.
I can see your face, your figure in front of my eyes,
and your cheerful look is no surprise.
The emotion we have come to share
makes it all the more worth it to know you're there.

But despite the love I know we feel,
the pain that comes feels so unreal.
Our future of possibilities is so vast,
but between us is a wall of diamond glass.
It's keeping us from being wholly one.
It's been there in all we have done.
It's kept and is keeping us from each others' touch,
and tomorrow because of it I will be hurting just as much
as the day, the minute, the second before.
My heat is becoming more terribly sore.

I am seeing you through the wall's transparency,
just as well as you can see me.
I want to find a way to pass
through this impenetrable wall of diamond glass.
With hope just to be with you,
I struggle to try and break through.
It hurts despite me using all of my brawn,
so I've got stop or else my hands can't feel you when the wall is gone.
My tired breathing fogs up the wall's face,
but I'm trying to wipe it away with all of my remaining energy with haste
because right now the thing that I cannot bear
is not seeing your presence still there.

You try to turn my mood around
so that I don't feel so helpless and beaten to the ground.
You fog up your side and draw a heart.
It's comforting to know your will has not broken apart.
I try as best I can to do the same.
We'll make this all into a game,
but before I could finish, the condensation disappears.
I curse my failed effort to make the shape clear.
Yet you smile anyways, because you know my intention.
Oh, what a sweet heart you have even during this detention.
They say it's the thought that counts, so looking past it shouldn't be so tough,
but what if thought just isn't enough?
Thinking can be fantasy, and fantasy is fake.
Nothing more than a comforting illusion we make.
The worst part of it all is that I know our feelings are true.
If that weren't the case, I could bid this love adieu.
I could rid myself of the pain of this ache,
and we would still be friends, so there's not as much at stake.

I'm what people would call a sad soul,
but even more depressing is that it is not the only part of me taking a toll.
I am also a sad mind, and a sad body
from which my sad soul sometimes wants to disembody.
All I can think of is you, even as my lonely vessel lingers towards death.
Knowing a next moment is without you makes it hard to want another breath.
My strength is weak, and fragile are my bones.
It's a miracle my hope for us has kept my heart from becoming stone.
Fatigue takes my eyes, so I will lie as close as I can to you against the wall's face.
I hope that I when I awake we shall be able to share that first loving embrace.  
love you, :iconaspellgoof:.
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Caleighrg's avatar
OMG! THAT'S SO SWEEEEEEEEEET! (& sad) :iconeeeeeplz: