i like to tell myself that
it will only hurt worse if i
c
r
y
but i can't help it
on the quiet nights
and thinking about you,
i could do it
all the time.
i don't like to make excuses,
i just miss having your hand in mine
so i'll bury myself in blankets
or put on the biggest sweater i can find
but i still feel empty and
n   a   k   e   d
reminding myself that
everything
will be
fine.

sometimes
i walk down my driveway
and lie in the spot where
your car use to be parked
and think about its
p r e s s u r e
on my chest

you                                                               eve
shouldn't                                                shouldn't
have                                                           have
touched                                                     eaten
her                                                               the
so                                                     forbidden
softly                                                         fruit