Human emotions are so fragile. It is like that broken piece of old record that gets stuck over and over again. You whisk it . It blends in. You stop whisking. It forms lumps.

I know you won't call

But I check my call list

I know you won't come back

But I wait for your return

I know I have driven you away

But I still curse the day 

I know it burns

But I touch it

I know it bleeds

But I cut it

Yours

The incandescent pain is proportional to the much need of drifting away and at the same time much need of being closer.

Close enough to drown

Far enough to escape