Photo by Nadine Shaabana on Unsplash
Living at a distance is less painful
than surviving within your needy grasp;
Not because I don’t love you,
but, simply, because I do.
***
I crave your loving touch,
but cringe at the bruises bestowed with it.
Like a bleeding gash, viscous fluid taints
every thought, every choice, of mine.
***
Therefore, I have learned to cope
separate from you, beyond control,
in order to shelter those for whom I shine,
from the drops of toxicity denied.
***
No one close can truly thrive
while smiling in your shadow.
Distance does not always equate to a depth of love. Sometimes distance is precisely what is needed to preserve it.
4
Share
About the Creator
KJ Aartila
A writer of words in northern WI with a small family and a large menagerie.
My Substack
Comments (5)
So true!! Great job :)
Such truth in this, well written and all too relatable. Hugs to you!
💯
Nailed it!!!💕😊💖
sad but true.