| The Gate of Horn In Time Spent Apart |
| Once I am thoroughly devoid of this emotion, perhaps I could look you in the eye again.
Feeling numb is a clich� defense mechanism and I�m sick of this emptiness. You anger me in ways that strike me dumb and hit nerves I once felt out of touch with, but I do truthfully love you�spitefully unchanging�and it only sharpens the pain; almost a year with this knot in my gut and I have yet to see the fruits of my labour. I have sworn against the secession of any part of myself and I have yet to brake that vow for anyone but you. Why do I feel compelled to alter myself against my own will? I look at you and I can�t help but see the girl I fell in love with so many months before, and I wonder why I can�t see my own face in the mirror. I wonder if you feel any of this that I am struggling with but I will not inquire for fear of bringing to light what may have been purposely concealed. The thought that I am being shut out pierces me deeper And I can�t believe that some of this isn�t being reciprocated. I know that this emotion emanates from me with unparalleled strength and it frightens you, and I think we should spend a bit more time apart. |