So Close...Yet so Far Away

I feel like a carton of spoiled milk...drink me up...read of my rancid-ness

I miss you when
you’re standing right next to me

I hate that; even when we’re close
we are worlds apart

I could be 2 feet away
And I still wouldn’t be able to reach your heart…

Even when I kiss you
I die of thirst for your lips

And when you hug me
I miss the feeling of your hands on my hips

Sometimes I wish
that you were a stranger so I could disengage—

We could just say
that we agree and then never change…

But that could never be…
Our relationship has come down to nothing more than apathy

I miss you
when you’re standing right next to me…

Right now I want to be with you
But it doesn’t seem like we’re meant to be…

So I’ll continue to miss you,
I’ll miss kissing you

And even though we’re worlds apart
I’ll never stop trying to reach your heart…