Love

Some days love is harder to move forward than other days. There are not enough distractions to pull you out.

Distance

Her heart has left her body and is 800 miles away Existing without her heart at this point seems natural When she can't breathe She calls and he breathes for her

No one sees that she is falling apart In the dark hours of the morning, she pulls out her spine and melts to the floor All her insecurities flow through her veins All her strength has left Loneliness greets her with its cold hand and reminds her no one cares