Extrication

i’m talkin’ to you through a screen, it hurts that i can’t touch you, too much space in between, i wish i had a time machine, not to pick **** up where we left off, just to wipe our slate clean, if only i could have foreseen this painful separation, this much pent up frustration, but all I want is just to touch you, alleviation for internalized aggravation, i’m in need of resuscitation, you’re such a strain on my brain, it’s like death by asphixiation, need you to come to my location, wrap me in your arms, just some kind of consolation, because my devastation comes from this desolation, and how we supposed to build if we don’t have a foundation? this situation’s become such a complication, that i’ve been contemplatin’ on my final extrication