Standoffishness in its essence is the boundary suggesting to what extent love happens. You prioritize financial stability ahead of emotional availability, quite stoic and callous. All the while, me loving you wholeheartedly, unknowing if being taken for granted or over reacting. In your emotional reluctance, with my devotion so abundant - to hug you became my reach for sadness. My rhythm was ya presence, my blues your absence. Now all's I have is memories and a depressive loneliness for the reason being my heart's one with compassion. Words once soothing to the ear like a poetic ballad. Present, you spew venom...with love being the poisoned chalice. As is pretendment needs so little rehearsal before truth happens. After the guilt of fighting for my sanity and no longer our promise of everlasting...There comes a peace in knowing God saw me love His son through hapless nothingness and heartbreaking inaction. Nonetheless, loving you through ya passionlessness which stems from hurts past tense. Me comprehending fear bares a mask in its testing of fidelity, gave you patient loyalty at the expense of my own needs and happiness. Normally, respect is established where steadiness is practiced. Years later, still at ya core devoid of soul, that of a closed casket. Self-inventory fosters consciousness for betterment and it's all's I was asking...My heart fearing it'll always love you, beyond what your resentments allow you to imagine. Words once soothing to the ear like a poetic ballad. Present, you spew venom with love being the poisoned chalice. As is pretendment needs so little rehearsal before truth happens. After the guilt of fighting for my sanity and no longer our promise of everlasting...There comes a peace in knowing God saw me love His son through hapless nothingness and heartbreaking inaction.