Your words, they took me by surprise,
you spoke, I slipped and went tumbling down
and when I landed, I broke, there were
pieces of me across the ground.
Still shaky despite self-reconstruction
ready to fall apart at the drop of a hat
and you sent more words to try fixing me
too bad it didn't work out like that.
Still, I feel the tension and the welling up
but I'm quick to change the subject to spite grief
once you were close enough to hold me or hurt me
now too far away to offer any relief.
And you have no need for my forgiveness
as I have no desire for your apology
we both know explanations are useless
it's quite understood why you will never be
within proximity
to touch me even once
across these miles of distance your words did take me
and you won't see the tears
only the tough
not in a million years
will you be close enough
to love me or to break me.
