Close Distances

I swear on the falling sky. I'd love forever even after I die. My soul would survive the weight of this pride to kindly like mistakes and lovingly linger in your worst for better days. I could be that mad but anger just to prove my point then hold your hands to show you mean to me more then just this moments bitter angry way. I'd never raise my voice. I'd speak from where I love. I'd never hurt your heart and always wait for answers even if it's through the dark.
But you cut me down so fresh never with a word so you silently regress and my tears have less value then a penny for the rent. Waiting through these minutes means my life is spent in present times no past or future looking forward to a place in lines of written vows to make you mine.
Where can I be found displaced from this continuance? I'm seen unseen for sake that love would want to have me back, to bring me close to such a distance. But it brings me close to such a distance...

~Psyqsol