You have to decide.
What it is that you want.
What it is that you need,
from this moment
this minute
this second
this eternity
between us.
Between
truths and truth
how
why
what,
was meant,
what,
was left unsaid
what,
sadly not unsaid.
Here,
locked in our futures,
locked in our past.
This is where we bend time
elongate space
where
i
am reaching out past
the walls that jail and preserve us.
Reaching for you,
stretched till i become thin as ice
fragile as glass
and you have to decide,
if what you really want
is to break me.
Drinkers with Writing Problems 
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Its a great poem lol sounds deep
Great poem! Reading it over twice I somehow feel the words relate to my personal life.
Thank you. I have never replied to a comment. I really think that is the point of a poem, it means something to me, but once you read it it should belong to you.cheers.
So sad, but so lovely
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