Long DIstance Blues

The distance between us
Measure by the rate of speed
Divided by time
Equals too much math for my heart
Hours on the phone
Reoccurring fights that never end
I am tired of seeing your face
Not being able to touch it
Not being able to kiss it
Not being able to feel your warm breath
Intertwine with mine
As we lay holding each other in bed
The way your hand fits in mine perfectly
The peach scent of your body
And the intoxicating taste of your lips
Make me dizzy and drunk off you
Every fiber in my being
Feels the pull and tug
The line connecting my heart to yours
Four states
Eight hundred miles
Long distance is a curse word
A state of mind I can't escape
The ghost of your presence
Lingers in my sheets
I reach out for empty space
My arm curling around
Air that resembles you
I am sleepless in your imaginary arms
Thanking god for the Apple company
Putting cameras in computers
The pixelated, flat version of you
Does not compare
To the softness of your skin
The voluptuous curves of your body
I want an end to this torment
This limitless cage on my heart
I hate this, I love you
I hate this, I love you
I love you, I love you
I hate this...