Finding My Distance

The chasm grows: new distance in between    
The pair of us; our quarrels storm all night;      
We cannot close our eyes, nor sleep nor dream      
Of paths of flight through sombre hills; I write      
To escape, bridging rich, fast flowing streams      
That rush down, flooding fords, I cannot cross      
To leave you before heartbreak; as our schemes      
Are brought to nothing, new tears feed sad loss:      
Torrid and heartfelt, grazed by all the scree,      
I scrambled down to find myself exposed      
To you and your exquisite cruelty,      
I can no longer bear it: your love grows      
So suffocating, noxious and corrupt -      
I have to find my distance or I'm fucked.