It scares me;

that line

between me and her,

it's fading.

it continues

to wither,

to shrink.

I'm powerless.

it scares me,

it frustrates me,

it sickens me.

and yet,

it still pleases,

pleases her,

pleases me.

it scares me.

Author's Note: The rhythm, the words.... blech. Is this even a poem?