Circles

 Days pass and I focus on everything but you and in my quest for a lie of a life i am free in the seconds you're not present holding my brain waves captive and squeezing my heart with your all too gentle hands. But where are you? I know I've seen you a million times before so why are you hiding behind the guise you helped me create? Empty voids and empty people float around me like a haunting but even more disturbing is the fact that I can still taste you on my lips. My face feels hot and my hands feel clammy at the mention of your name and I have a million reasons to forget you and one reason that keeps me your prisoner. Every touch, every glance, every whisper... I see you. There are no kisses that don't run me in my circle back to you. Like a hamster on it's wheel I'm running from you but going nowhere. And I don't want to. We've moved so far from each other, mentally, physically but I feel your heart and mine attached and beating, pulling me apart every.other.pump.

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amartya's picture

Effy...

nice write again but the same theme I read the other day.. well yes i did the title and the way you expressed the pain of detachment.

Keep writing.. :)

Amartya

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