Lately people press too close
Or not at all
We carry on in spite of it, shrugging and grinning
When the ex is gone, I pick up too
With the tune that cries so beautifully
Spreading the regal emotions like a peacock’s tail
Too close
Or too distant..
And the relationship is lost
With no presence, and no space to call our own
No commitment
No decision
Repeating
When the ex is gone, isolation
When he is here, he forces my play
Iron soul
Heart of clay
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