Arm’s length


We grew up an arm’s length apart. I watched you
Make a mess out of your life, although I never participated. I just found out, ultimately.
But there you are, wearing that shirt in which you shine. God, you are so handsome. Being around you makes me feel insecure; it feels like you’d slip out of my arms any time. And there’d be no point in prolonging any courtship, because it’d take a million ton of weight
To keep me from not liking you
Automatically.
I’d hate this repetitive and cursed beautiful song
In which I’d been a victim of
A burden for you to have to drag a girl so giddy
And a trap for me ’cause I could never think clearly
It’s something in the winds that influence my colors
I helplessly dance along its trail as it combs my hair
I spin while it wraps me with intoxication
In a bundle, a fabric of some sort of love
What you’re left to see is a girl who’s a bit dull
So I beg you
To break it all
I’m not myself when I’m with you I lose it
It’s in your virtue to seek that what makes you shine
And when you’ll find her
You’ll always
Break this ghastly heart of mine
To not to love is a curse and to do it will kill
We’ll live in this amnesiac, half dead dream
At arm’s length
Looking elsewhere

 

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Published by Samasya Tapasya

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