The slow drawn out melodies
with the ache leaking out between the lines
is causing chaos in my heart.
Like characters on the silver screen,
you fade in and out without warning.
Cracks form like lightning,
stretching across the plains
with growing intensity, but
you're not here enough
to even notice.
Paper thin,
devoid of sentiment;
I breathe you in, and
pull you closer,
just to feel something
remotely real.
