..this machine will..will not communicate..

i sit here.. watching wind kiss leaves…my bed; an anchor..music; the air i breathe

and you..weaving regret through my veins…unanswered questions..what if’s..the majority..again..

right before you got dressed..last visit..we were speaking..and i reached out..not sure what i intended..but you moved back…said my hands were cold..without me making contact …i hid my reaction..but bled on the inside..

during our electronic argument..you said that at the least of things…i am your friend..and you wouldn’t hurt me intentionally..

the only way that you can’t hurt me..is by cutting the strings that bind you to me..

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