** I don't know if you could call this a poem. It's more a collection of thoughts.
We're slowly drifting out of reach. Slowly blowing our fire out. And blowing out the fire in our eyes. That shining spark. Slowly fading. Melting like our hearts. Becoming colder..
Emerging as ice, until there's no warmness left. And our burned out eyes can't even meet, but can only dance in the darkness of denial. Denial of everything we once were. Everything we are. Everything we both still yearn for...
And I see it when I look at you. Do I even look at you? No. I don't need to. I can already gaze right into you and know what you're screaming inside. But you'll never let it out. You'll never let your heart sing. Or dance in its truth. That's not allowed. It's not acceptable.
But it will always be the main contrast between us. The contrast that ruined us. And will destroy all chances of letting us win. The truth: I will dive right into the fire, but you, you'll hide your every desire.
