At a distance he was at a mile I would run.
But that was a past…a lie…
Now,
His cold glance kills my soul
His phony embrace makes me hate him even more.
He became a stranger when he conned to be my love.
He became like a puzzle, complicated to uncover.
Even at close, he's still remote.
At a distance he is at a devastated mile I could run.
Towards a love that is an unfathomable vacuum in his eyes.
But no more…I give up…
On you…not on my pious love…
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