i used to smile
when you would text me
in the middle of the night
to tell me about your dreams

i used to laugh
when you called me
because you were too lazy
to type out your thoughts

but now
when your name comes up
on that little screen
i turn it off

because i would rather
hear from nobody at all
than hear from you

and i would rather not think about
the reasons why
you're not who i thought you were

take me home,
back where i belong.
take me to the yard
where i used to run.
take me somewhere they won't find me,
take me somewhere where i can roam.

oh let's go home.

my fingers itch and quiver
with all the thoughts
i have yet to process into words

my throat burns
with all the happenings
i have yet to turn into stories

my head aches and throbs
from thinking in circles
trying to think
of anything to write about
anything
but you.