The Distance

I wake up dripping sweat and drenched in sleep
Heavy eyes confused
As to what is REAL.. and what IVE SEEN
Dizzied thick within my dreams
You belong to me.
How it should be, forever.
But when I wake.. you are gone.
Gone far away from me.
The way it will always be.
And whether or not we admit it’s true,
There’s a sordid story.. a tangled history to me and you
If I hold my breath long enough I can still feel your death grip clenched right around my neck
And it’s a slow, slow death we’re plotting
..but we can’t let go..
And you won’t admit you’re holding on so tight I’ve turned all black and blue.
And you’re fucking red in the face
But then all the blood drains from my head.
And I slip into that dream again.
Where we let go of that tug of war.
You hold me close..
And I can feel our hearts beating in sync
(The rhythm is magic.. as it’s always been)
But then I snap back. Come to.
And see you
Gnawing off at your arms trying to let go of it
And I.. am holding onto for dear life to the chance you will see the light.
..come to find..
That you can’t outsmart the truth.
And you can’t outrun the distance
Between me and you

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Comments
The imagery is grim and uncompromising; the heightened sense of encroaching loss is palpable.
Yet the inevitable seems to be embedded in those last couple of lines...however subliminally.
Beautifully written...as always. Nice to see you back with us, Molly.
J ;)
Thank you Jason!! I always enjoy your thoughts so much! :) glad to be back!!!!!! <3