Fists beating the door <br /> Either side <br /> to be heard <br /> Pounding in hearts <br /> so much louder than words <br /> Both of us clinging <br /> yet fleeing each one <br /> unprepared for the silence <br /> when the other is done <br /> <br /> Triumph appears and he sits by your side <br /> both of you drinking the tears I have cried <br /> you even the score with no hesitation <br /> <br /> I crumble <br /> or you <br /> so much we don't mention <br /> <br /> we keep reaching out <br /> with our fingers stretched just <br /> to encounter these things that we <br /> both can not trust <br /> <br /> and it's me hating you <br /> or it's you who despise <br /> both of us stabbing <br /> each with our eyes <br /> If we stop this insanity <br /> <br /> <br /> NOW <br /> <br /> <br /> and ignore <br /> the sound of us breathing <br /> each side of the door <br /> I would still feel your heartbeat <br /> as if through my skin <br /> <br /> Without ever touching <br /> Connected within <br /> <br />110909<br /><br />Terri Turrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-a-thin-line-between-love-and-hate/
