Fists beating the door
Either side
to be heard
Pounding in hearts
so much louder than words
Both of us clinging
yet fleeing each one
unprepared for the silence
when the other is done
Triumph appears and he sits by your side
both of you drinking the tears I have cried
you even the score with no hesitation
I crumble
or you
so much we don't mention
we keep reaching out
with our fingers stretched just
to encounter these things that we
both can not trust
and it's me hating you
or it's you who despise
both of us stabbing
each with our eyes
If we stop this insanity
NOW
and ignore
the sound of us breathing
each side of the door
I would still feel your heartbeat
as if through my skin
Without ever touching
Connected within
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice writing. I just love your style; there is nothing in it says run-of-the-mill in any way, shape or form.