The Irony of Distances

so you're half way across the world, or maybe fully across the world. i don't know the exact calculation on that one, but nevertheless, you're not here and i'm a mess. but isn't that poetic? really it is. i was right around the corner for you every time you needed me. now i need you so badly and you couldn't get to me even if you wanted to. i doubt you would though. you love a broken girl more than your tie collection, but i was never broken enough for you. i was always able to help myself and even when i couldn't, i would push away any help offered by you or anyone else. now here i am, needing help and wanting it and you're still on the other side of the world.