Seperations

Love; such a heavy topic most choose to separate from because they wonder are they making the right decisions, pushing the right boundaries, or being open enough without straying too far into the blind, hoping to land feet first in the deep end. But when all fails, the foundation cracks like the craters in the moon, only to look up and see your face because most of our time was spent in that moment.

So close, but so far apart. That resentment builds up and I don’t know whether to hate you or to lie and tell myself that I still would be friends with you even though our communications have fallen deeper than a Trench, where the only human sight has been through a machine. And those same machines designed to survive the crushing pressures of water seem to hold more value.

To become alienated, hoping that one day I could pass your doorstep and not regret time spent with you, but in my heart I know deep down, that maybe I could’ve been the one to fall in love with you. But we’ve separated, and only time tells.