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Your fingers interlace mine, but they are cold
Words whisper into my ears, rising color to my cheeks, but they are sweet nothings
Laughs and screams fill up a wide room, but leaves no echo
Apologies are said only after tears are spilled and promises are made only as seems necessary
I give you my all, emptying it out slowly, dripping like rain, thick like blood
I give you my space, luxury as needed to fly comfortably
You take coach.
The phrase “I miss you.” is a relative term
The words “I love you.” Can describe a million feelings
Your heartbeat is faint to match your breath, to match my content, to match my ego.
You say you’re fine but I see the pain in your eyes and it doesn’t fool me.
I want to help you but that would be interfering.
I want to trust you but would be against my best judgment.
I want to understand the feeling behind the words you say to me, or grasp the urgency behind your gestures.
It’s beneath me
Your lips meet mine but are dry of passion.
Your eyes meet mine but aren’t as deep as they used to be
I want you.
I want to understand you.
I want to know how “In love” could become just “like”.

Description
Your fingers interlace mine, but they are cold
Words whisper into my ears, rising color to my cheeks, but they are sweet nothings
Laughs and screams fill up a wide room, but leaves no echo
Apologies are said only after tears are spilled and promises are made only as seems necessary
I give you my all, emptying it out slowly, dripping like rain, thick like blood
I give you my space, luxury as needed to fly comfortably
You take coach.
The phrase “I miss you.” is a relative term
The words “I love you.” Can describe a million feelings
Your heartbeat is faint to match your breath, to match my content, to match my ego.
You say you’re fine but I see the pain in your eyes and it doesn’t fool me.
I want to help you but that would be interfering.
I want to trust you but would be against my best judgment.
I want to understand the feeling behind the words you say to me, or grasp the urgency behind your gestures.
It’s beneath me
Your lips meet mine but are dry of passion.
Your eyes meet mine but aren’t as deep as they used to be
I want you.
I want to understand you.
I want to know how “In love” could become just “like”.