Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
When you’re close,
you scare me.
Don’t ask me why.
But when you’re away
I miss-
no,
not miss.
Think of you fondly,
with a rose-tinted lens,
remembering only the affectionate memories.
But when you’re near,
you frighten me.
Don’t ask me why.
You wouldn’t remember,
even if I told you.
(But I do,
they’re in the nightly nightmares
that you haunt daily)
So don’t ask me why.
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