Our minds are miles a part ;Quantum leaps from understanding how deep you cut me(neck ,knees ,from my stomach I bleed).
40 below .Immortalised scultures ;bloody made to heal me .Vanity ,jealousy ,disbelief with just enough belief.
Wishing you knew me the same .My fear of an audible embodiment (of these tears )that may lay waste ;to an empire before its’s made .Words you could never say to my face .
It’s you that makes me ache .
Physical to the spiritual ,mental decay .