Space...

Can't stop biting my lip.
He needs space but space already exist.
Several states between us is space...
18 months of lots of love and little to no commitment creates space...
The four days of minimal contact created space...
Ignoring me created space...
A cease of phone calls before bed...
And I love you's throughout the day created space.
A lot is going on, he needs space.
The words echo and all I hear is his voice
Saying, "I need space. I need space. I need space."
I know not how to deliver space only isolation.
Isolate myself, do me, kiss a girl or two, u know me.
Isolate myself from him and go back to what was...
Before July 3, 2006, a Tuesday I think.
When there was no US and WE
Just him there and me here.
Back when there was this SPACE!

Kayana