My demons shout a story of their love for your angels.
Oh! And You pretend to be deaf to them.

If only we could take the pain
of the ones we love
and somehow put that weight
on our own shoulders

My mom thinks it's a cold, but really I'm just missing you.

habits
like how i lock the bathroom door
when i'm the only one home
habits
like how i run my tongue over
cuts at the roof of my mouth
like how i drop my front hand
when i'm boxing
like how i fold down pages
of a book
like how i turn off plug sockets
when nothing's plugged in
like how i bite my nails
how i slouch
how i run my fingers over old scars
habits
like how i reach out for you
even though you're gone