Jesus Christ, there's another ******* train. It's funny how you don't notice the simplest of everyday things until someone puts them in a syringe and injects them into your veins. Sure your skin replaces itself every 3 to 5 weeks but that doesn't mean a thing when you're carved into my brain. I'm scared I'll start hurting myself again as my own personal punishment. Or maybe it'll be because when I think of you there's no room in my body for any type of substance at all. His name is escaping through the hole in the back of my head and yours is seeping in through the pit in my stomach. I am so filled with you that even my own words are starting to sound like you and if you look closely you will see that they're exiting my mouth so rapidly they're wrapping around themselves and forming your name. The ideas in my head aren't even my own. Maybe if we run fast enough they won't notice.
It's the middle of the night and I can't go back to sleep because my head is filled with you. You told me you hope I dream of your face. I probably would if I could even close my eyes.