calle techa

outworn sandals, dirty nappy hair, its been three days.

i'd never felt so close to you
but yet so far away.
we keep pulling and pushing away;
its in our magnetic force, we're at odd ends.

we cant meet.

ive said a couple times that maybe getting rid of the evidence might do me some good,
but in the event of throwing it all away, ive realized ive been tearing myself apart
you live inside of me,
and i used to live inside of you.
but no longer shall my lips speak of you
no longer shall my tongue caress your name.
youve left and ive stayed
i left but i returned,
and i left once again..
and remained frozen
why must i remain?
..you havent returned.