Broken Sutures

v1.
I keep thinking about her over and over,
Trapped in the moment like it's Honey and Clover,
And my name is Shuu-chan and she is Hagu-tan,
And this situation was never part of my plans.
I wanted it platonic this time - no strings attached,
But our passions resonated - and logic was snatched
From beneath my feet, I functioned on instict;
Nearly destroyed everything, because I didn't think.

I stepped from back from the brink, but some people prodded,
So I trusted; moved on as they all applauded,
But it fell threw; yeah, it nearly imploded.
I didn't know the situation was so fully loaded
Of awkward implications and obvious errors,
But she was all layed back, didn't seem to care.
I thought I could build back, but doubt still loomed
And since then I never stepped back in the room.

ch.
I wish I could put distance in
Between our two existences then
I could maybe just forget
And stop living off old regrets.

I wish I could put distance in
Between our two existences then
I would see a pastel future
Instead of these broken sutures.

v2.
Besides she found a new love; yeah, own her Morita.
I became more and more distant from this Senorita.
She worked more often, and the spare time left
Was spent with her new love, but I wasn't bereft,
I had plenty - yeah, too much - on my plate anyways;
I barely noticed that I hadn't talked to her for days
Which became weeks and then months and then years,
But that had happened with some of my previous peers,

Yet with her it was different: the harmony between us
Made me think I didn't want to forget this venus
This muse, so I refused but the fact was blatant:
Our wavelengths separated and this truth was patent.
We could still quote and discuss the same minutiae;
Both pop culture junkies, but it was acute the
Differences formed and a love unshareable.
Somehow inspite of that, I did not feel terrible.

Ce la vie, right?

(ch)x2