We’re not okay,
Haven’t been for weeks.
I don’t remember how it feels,
To be beneath your sheets.
Press my palm against the wall,
To try and feel you as you hide.
I wonder what would happen,
If I asked you to pick a side.
Right next to me,
But you still feel miles away.
I glance into our future,
But all I see is grey.
Static in our fingertips,
Hesitation in our stride.
I’m ashamed to say it,
But we both have too much pride.
The memories of adoration,
In your old beat up car.
I guess what I really mean is,
I’m glad we got this far.
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