Broken Lips

I have long forgotten the tenderness in your touch,

grown too familiar with the bitterness on your tongue.

I have wanted, but I guess I asked too much,

to sing a song that’s waited to be sung.

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Still distance spans the universe - of this room,

surrounded by collections - of once upon a time.

Sitting alone here in this place - right next to you,

saddened by the shells we have become

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I wonder if these calloused hearts will mend,

has hurt and sorrow-prepared and equipped?

Letting pain be the love that we both need,

to kiss the pain away with broken lips.