Lying here next to you

breath for breath

heartbeat for heartbeat

so close and yet so far

emotionally distant,

is what we are.

Communication lost

in more ways then one

one battle lost

a war has just begun

Forever a battle of love and hate

regrets unspoken all in the span

of one moment too late

Two a number so unlucky,

to be in the middle.

On the left, number one,

which would always be first

While on the right three makes the crowd.

two is just a couple,

making that extra party of one,

to make the couple , a crowd.

How rather uncomfortable

Moments here and there make up for nothing

but a tearful sky and backstabbing pain

are something I don’t deserve

this is something I shall not let myself just get over,

Something I just won’t “understand”

No,

Not today,

Not quite yet