Distance

Distance makes pleasure unique
What makes me weak
Is the feeling of being
Incomplete
Like for this whole time
I have been wasting time
Going back and forth
Telling my heart lies
Having to figure out
What I am doing
Arguing with myself
Nazma, please possess
Some other emotion besides confusion.

Ending something
That was suppose
To last a little younger
Just made me
Establish
One thing
The end of us

I’ve learned to accept shit,
For whatever
It may or may not be
I do not do regretting.
I can’t even allow myself
To resent
I do tend to try so hard
So very hard to forget.