Don’t stand so close to me.
I don’t want to hear your heart beat to someone else’s tunes. I don’t want to see your eyes shine over a new moon. I can’t bear your thoughts forming circles around me, twisting themselves like tight ropes around my neck, reminding me that I know your brain inside out. Don’t reach out for my hand like it’s a second home you know the way to so well and don’t challenge me with your words; shearing and tearing my soul apart with every syllable. You will always own my attention, always my first distraction but I won’t let you stand close enough to see, all the things your absence have done to me.
The Moving Circus 