I can't try and think about what you're saying.
You carry on talking, an unchanging drone,
I've run out of things to tell you, you know.
You're not the one I want.
I'm sorry,
So sorry because I once felt it ...
I don't want you.
Seeing just tiny bits
Of this wonder
That is normality,
Sends my heart into fifth gear,
And you're just a miniscule-
Half of a milimetre
Beyond my fingertips.
Do you realise how frustrating-
How absolutely infuriating it is?
We're separated by paper.
I feel like screaming it at you.
Paper!
Weak, thin, destructable...
We always will be.
As long as I am here
As long as I live
Whatever happens...
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