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The Ticks and The Tocks
The land we are diverged by creates the bond that binds us,
literality, our spirits personify our painful excitement,
explained, but only comprehended as by being so close, yet so far.
Every tick of the clock empties another part of my soul,
but with every tock I am closer to you.
With others I put on the falsest of faces for I am not what I am.
I am secretly afflicted by the most infectious of diseases,
and it seems I have spread the epidemic through the linking of my heart to yours.
It is a malicious joy, and a hidden, self-inflicted pain to feel for you.
But, I admit to being a masochist, as my feelings for you will not waver.
There is not a second in the day I don't think of being with you,
though nor a second I am with you.
So we must appreciate every word exchanged,
until we can hear those words spoken unscripted and unedited, unfiltered with our own eager ears.
I love you, and cherish every moment we have,
but the whole in my heart, the pit in my stomach, will not be satisfied until more ticks and tocks go by with you than without you.
Although the acknowledgeable and ironic truth is that with you in my arms, the ticks and tocks will go by without my notice.
