Trust issues.

I don’t wish anyone to know this,
These days hold my hand for fists.

I know you may feel bad if I am still on you,
I crave seeing you back.
I always reminisce about scratching your back:
That’s how I was next to You.

Distance issues.
I know maybe you may not feel like that,
You disrespect me, we both know that.
All that I am left with is memories more than that,
I know your love deformed my emotions; I wish it wasn’t that.
We both look at each other in motionless stare,
It’s just brief glare.

Distance issues.

I still need to know who turned you into this serpent you’re today,
We both share gaze of eyes in most days.

Distance issues.