If you're reading this if you're seeing this if you're hearing this just know that this is about that t i m e (the last time) you grabbed my face with both hands in the stockroom and kissed me. Just know that t h i s is about the first night I fell asleep in that bed with your nose pressed into my n e c k and how I haven't slept since. Just k n o w this is about how the curve of your bottom lip is imprinted in the back of my dreams on the rare nights that I do, about how I like to r u n my fingers on my forearm because if I f l e x it a certain way it feels a little like yours. Just know that this is about the parts of me I let you have and how I don't w a n t them back, about how I really have been trying to move on but it's g o t t e n me nowhere except dead end roads or t r a i l s that stop with me not being able to sleep in my bed anymore because I shared it with someone who wasn't you. This is about how I am still in love with you, will always be in love with you, cannot figure out how to stop being in love with you. If you're reading this if you're s e e i n g this if you're hearing this I miss you. C o m e back.