the line has been blurred.
i keep finding myself in less than perfect positions
with familiar comfort all the same.
i was had from the first moments shared
and you will still find me enamored.
we could be hero's and save ourselves from the agony,
but we always found it so becoming.
i can't look at you anymore.
i can't look at you the way i did,
the way i used to see you and i don't know any other way to look at you.
this courtship of ours is little more than an itch
causing gaping holes in the foundations of an otherwise perfect alliance.
you never wore grace well,
you always seemed to find a way to replace it with desperation.
they say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
maybe our proximity has something to say for our constant failures.
i can't talk to you anymore.
i can't talk to you the way i once did,
the way we used to talk things over.
this vacation of ours, from all things normal
is leaving increasing room for doubt.
