We’re only 2 minutes away

But we’re also an ocean of words apart

Things should honestly stay that way

Because I wouldn’t even know where to start

…

We’re only right down the street

But the valley of emotions keeps us at bay

I can feel that distance shrinking

But it’ll still be awhile before we see that day

…

Do I want things to be this way?

Certainly not

If it were up to me: we’d still be US

A union of love, acceptance, growth and trust

…

But that’s not the reality of the situation

‘Cause our needs required full concentration

And all of our talks and conversations

Just led to perpetual frustration

…

So we have to continue OUR social distance

Like the world and its current state

No hang outs, no meet ups

And no texts or calls on special dates

…

I hope you notice my absence

But don’t let that stunt your growth

I’m praying for change and evolution

For you and me both

…

Don’t wait for me.

Because I’m not waiting for you.

Continue to remain free.

And I’ll do what I need to do.

…

But while you remain a valley away

And I continue to stay an ocean apart

I want you to know this:

…

You’re missing the best part

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Oh I’m the confused one?

No, try: I’m the abused one!

And I don’t mean to accuse,

But I felt pretty used hun’.

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You told me I was in denial

But I felt like I lost something vital

And while you watched me spiral

You kept our relationship in idle

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The crimson flags were glaringly bright

And I wish this wasn’t all hindsight

Misunderstandings stopped me from asserting myself

My lack of nerve got me put on a shelf

…

Your dodgieness made me draw a blank

I just didn’t know why you couldn’t be frank

I get you tried to save me from pain

But I felt strung along by your little game

…

Oh, and your heart of glass? 

That was already shattered

Bruised and beaten

 Battered and tattered

…

“I’ll fix it”, I said

“I’ll put that light back in your eyes and help make you whole!”

But that amount of compensation?

It ended up taking a toll

…

You were a heavy heart to carry

But I just couldn’t put you down

And if I wasn’t wary

I surely would have drowned

…

I just. Grew. Weary.

And so your eyes become teary

Which caused us to become dreary

And that gave me this theory:

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To you, the bond was second

Because my fondness of you was a blessing

So of course you’d do whatever it took

To make sure you’d never lose your personal nook

…

What we had wasn’t a tie

Saying it was would feel like a lie

I felt more like your personal blanket

And each attempt to address that: you sank it

…

Your comfort and my affection

They required all of your protection

And with that came the perfection of neglect

That someone with less direction would take years to detect

…

But here’s some introspection:

…

I failed you. I hurt you. And I wasn’t always true

My lack of discipline made you feel like a shrew.

…

My emotions were Vesuvius

And you were like Pompeii

My mistakes were numerous

And you continued to pay

…

My apologies were abundant

Like the sand on the shore

And when I went to repent

I always thought I should do more

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I gave it my all

And so did you

But we continued to fall

And there was nothing we could do

…

I won’t sit here and act like I didn’t do you a great disservice

But I guess my pride thinks I don’t really deserve this

…

Before I stop here

Let’s make one thing clear:

We’re not the villains of this story

That vile person is far from here

…

The bridge is not burned

It’s just closed for repairs

And I’m pretty sure “sorry”

Won’t cover either person’s fare

…

You may hate me

You may want to erase me

And you’ve probably gone and replaced me

But I can’t say that’s the case for me

…

Maybe once I’m a freeman

And you exercise your demons

We can give this thing another chance

But until then:

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Je t’aime et, bonne chance

Ah! The Perfectionist!

My least favorite of the seven

Her and I have been quite intimate, you know?

I always believe her lies

She knows I want success

She knows I hate failure

She knows how to use that all too well

…

The Inner Controller

He’s a tricky one.

At first he seemed like a friend

“Helping” me control my impulses.

But then his “guidance” became… overbearing

“Don’t eat this!” or “Don’t do that!”

It’s becoming too much

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Mr. Taskmaster

He never lets me relax

Lazy

 Stupid

Incompetent

All things he calls me

Maybe I’d work a little harder if he was little kinder

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The Underminer has a strange way of keeping me safe

She hates to hear my heart break

She can’t stand to see me get hurt

So when she smells danger, she goes on the offense

Striking my confidence

Jabbing at my self esteem

Opportunities slip away when she’s involved

…

The worst is The Destroyer

And there’s a reason I believe this

Have you ever felt like not living?

Have you ever felt worthless?

Have you ever felt unbearable shame?

That his him going to work

And I avoid him at all costs

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The Guilt Tripper capitalizes off of the others

She’s much more clever than her sisters and brothers

She feeds off of the doubt of my choices

And works best when she can hide in the sea of voices

Whether it be poor decision or an indecision

She executes her trip traps with utmost precision

I must tread lightly

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The Molder is constantly mad at me

He wants me to fit in with what he believes is right

With the values I grew up with

 He believes his work of art isn’t finished yet

But you know what?

Neither is mine

And that’s just fine