This distance is killing me and it's poisoning my head. It creates fatigue and doubt and it's physically wearing me out. Wrenching and slicing a hole in my gut, but it will never be big enough to let this heart fall through. Some part will always belong to...
And I can't quite figure out why this happened to me. And I can't help but hope you're happy. (Now)
But honestly, some part of me is relieved. Eight months felt like ten years when I couldn't actually see you. The anger was building up as I slowly became undone.
Some part of me wants to see her again and another just wants to drown deeper and deeper below the surface until I'm on the ground. Let the pressure of the depths cave in and crush my chest. I'll admit I'm not broken, just ever so bent.
In a way I guess I should thank you, that being the case. You've prevented further damage and increased the repair rate.