To say that we are far apart would be much of an understatement. only a matter of traffic lights away, perhaps a neighbourhood park too, the distance of 3 songs.
On a map: no more than 2 finger spaces away, we are joined by roads (red lines) bleeding through the thin sheet.
Geological proximity aside,
Sigh
We are a concept of 'untowardness'
A dose of 'over politeness', too civil, too political.
(i do not blame you)
We are an awkward exhibition of a final shot desperate attempt to
for me: cling onto whatever past grievances I still bitterly hold (i bear grudges)
for you: to iron out.......... (till now I fail to navigate the unfathomable depths of your mind)
sighsighsighsighsigh
S I G H
I am a caricature of misled decisions:
merely assumptions/scattered hopes/a bottle of tragic sighs
And you:
Reaching all the unattainable that i'll never be/ attaining all the unreachable that i'll never be
My
world does not translate to graphs, numbers, theories, concepts
(You, on the other hand, hardly bleed poetry)
And yet through what pathetic mathematical perspective I possess- I conclude. (almost unwillingly)
That in the Venn diagram of you and I, the intersection says 'never'.
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