Your distance has done nothing but destroy my sanity and leave me feeling all messed up. There was once a time you poured your all into me; now, you’re just an empty cup. My mind is covered with the tattoos that have derived from your heart. You have felt all there is to feel; you now abandon me like I’m sacred art. Speaking of art, you are quite the Van Gogh; I just hate to be the ear that you have missed. Because as you say whatever your heart desires, I replicate your feelings and on my heart, there is an awful cyst.

As the clock hands move, my valves do, too, as it is slowly but painfully being torn from me. It is your presence that is causing my detriment, it is your presence that has got me into this deadly predicament. It is your presence that feels like prickly blows; it is your presence that has my hope covered in mold. There was a time that you were always there for me, a time where we were consolidated as one. A time where we spent hours watching Glee, a time where I felt that with you, I have officially won. Clock hands may always separate but they meet each other quite often; that will never be the case with us, since we will forever be apart, our friendship resting in a coffin.

Although I’m grateful for what we had, there are times I wish me and you had some distance since your sentiments can often be inconsistent. Sometimes, your love reeks off my pores, smelling like delicate roses. Other times, your betrayal prevails and your poison is extremely potent. The catch behind all of these negative feelings is that I am the quarterback allowing you to keep running back into my emotions. It is this sad love play that I mainly consist and I get nauseous based off of this notion.

Although we have changed as we have gotten older, my feelings for you will always remain the same, even when they don’t. Sure, I feel an awful amount of resentment, but to stop loving you, I won’t. Ours will forever be a story to tell. The story of how love sprouted, climaxed, and fell. You were the best friend that was supposed to be my lover, but we both know why that wasn’t so. Thank you for our warm summer; hopefully, we will reach a spring with each other, where there will be no cold snow, but only a place to grow. Thank you for the time that we have shared and always remember that I will always care.