Tilt

Is there desire in distance? Because relationships are tallying up in survival that only last if separated. Space that stretches history on the heavy toll of airports. Growing tolerances that can no longer handle the plight of closeness. It’d be easier to have remained a possibility. Bodies interlock if only to forget, if only to conflate heat with warmth. It’d be harder to admit the pains of intimacy without touch.
What does it mean to keep trying? Because fondness wrecks social etiquette, and it seems dangerous how many times you can pretend that something is happening on both sides. It’s beginning to seem a lot like you’re wrapped in barbed wire, stuck to a person hook line and sinker. But it’s strange to be wondering at all — shouldn’t there have been more signs to dissuade you? Confusion sticks when someone tells you no and then lets you in.
How do people decide to let go? Because it’s expected for actions to be taken as effects, in retroactive decorum, hoping to minimize damage and break open barriers. But hearts shatter instead when passive love overwhelms. The sharp knife kills quicker, for the dull aches only hurt after scars reaches permanence. The lack of letting go shouldn’t be so pressing.