The Fence

Your love eats away at me from the inside out,
and picks it's teeth clean using my ribs...
I never knew love existed like this.

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Suspended within the in-between's,
the hold-on's, the this-can-wait-til-next time's,
avoiding conversations and missing phone calls
with only your voicemail on my line...

stop.

I blew up kisses when you straddled
that fence of in or out,
and when you slipped off the other side,
that confirmed all my doubts.

So don't attempt pushing any love notes
through the bars and splintered cracks,
I burned down the ladder you used to climb on
so you could never come back.

Is the grass really greener?
Do those sunsets burn more red?
It is my sincerest hope it's exactly what
you had pictured in your head.

That god-awful place I laid dormant
for more than a year and a half
and without hesitation or remorse,
you turned and you dashed.

But dear, on the other side where
the horizon nightly swallows the sun,
I pray it's then that you reflect on
all those selfish things you'd done.

And when you lay out on the grass
and the wind makes it swipe across your cheek,
and the bittersweet memories of us flood in
of how you wish that touch was me...

know that I'm in that house we built,
warmed by the greatest fire
and it's only a matter of time before
those magestic fields transform into your mire.