Im alone
It’s almost midnight
Im sitting on the floor of the shower in my
Quiet home
And if I close my eyes
Cheek pressed again
Cold
White tile
I could imagine you
Through the outside of the door
Waiting on me to get out
How could be so desperate to talk to me
We do this over and over and over
But really it’s you
Why even talk to me?
Do you understand how badly I miss you
Or is this just some kind of
Sick reassurance
I can’t stop thinking about you still
After all these years
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 12:29 AM UTC
Im alone
It’s almost midnight
Im sitting on the floor of the shower in my
Quiet home
And if I close my eyes
Cheek pressed again
Cold
White tile
I could imagine you
Through the outside of the door
Waiting on me to get out
How could be so desperate to talk to me
We do this over and over and over
But really it’s you
Why even talk to me?
Do you understand how badly I miss you
Or is this just some kind of
Sick reassurance
I can’t stop thinking about you still
After all these years
