Space Between Us

The space between us
drives us apart, chokes out our words, blankets us with silence. Our hands, so close to touching, fold their fingers over their palms and rest on the bare skin of our knees. We are so close together, heads bent and lips pressed against the air between us. The space between us defines us, gives us that knowledge, that sense that anything we had before, whoever we were, has evaporated into that space. 


All my heart screams at me to move closer, to nestle my mouth in that perfect spot on your neck, telling you I'm here for you and I love you. It yells at me to run my fingers through your long hair, teasing out any small tangles and letting you know that I care about you. My mind stops me. I'm halted.


The space between us 
is a barrier, protecting my heart from all your poisonous lies, your vicious betrayals, and your venom-lined kisses. It forms a wall around me, keeping me safe enough. The space warms my mind while chilling my insides, a fucked up life-lesson that we only seem to love that which hurts us most.


This space is my enemy. I love you. Not your failures, YOU.