dis·tant

dis·tant
 
You say I’m a lot of things.
Being distant is one of them.
I pull back from your touch.
I turn my head to avoid your kiss.
I pretend to be sleeping to avoid your love.
I work late because I’m not ready to come home.
I am distant.
I am cracked from your harsh words.
I am afraid.
I hate distance.
I hate this.

Distant

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