and he never leaves, he will never leave.

where did we go wrong?
we're so near but yet so far.
we're close but far apart.
the yearn for contact fails to satisfy.
your touch feels right but sterile.
void of emotion.
i could look into your eyes
and just see a reflection of myself.
i'm shut out.
you tell me things.
that i could not possibly decipher.
your words, your demeanor,
they puzzle, they confuse.
everytime i think of holding you,
or maybe just holding your hand, or smelling your hair
the thought just dissipates into something
bittersweet, a sour gnawing feeling,
that brings this wan smile, this aching, this knowing sadness.
and your words later on, cut much deeper than anything you'd done.
perhaps the safety of distance is wad u needed to say wad u wanted to.
i've written enough for now.