You brighten my heart
like the flame of a bonfire.
But when we try to work things out,
our egos burn the sparks out.
In limbo, I watch us grow cold and distant,
against our best intentions
we cannot work out our insecurities.
Back and forth, we say goodbye
without ever truly letting go.
Reblogged this on Kimberly Townsend Palmer and commented:
I wish I’d written this.
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This is so deeply touching!!
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