so you're only 120 minutes away from me

and I'm numbing myself to that fact

by focusing on the static in my head

do you ever get to the point where the pain stops being productive

and starts just being pain?

this is just a Thing that I deal with now

just a Thing

as long as I can imagine how it feels to have your hand rub my back

I will be fine

it's getting really fuckin inconvenient for you to keep stopping me, actually 

the blade gathers dust on a shelf of chipped white paint

and somewhere in here I know I should be thanking you

but I think I forgot how

so I guess loving you will have to be enough 

it seems to be plenty for me, anyways

text me when you're 120 minutes away again

okay?

I'll put the kettle on

the tea will do us both good, honey

that's what I hear, that's what I hear