I want more.
You know, I wish I wasn't so stupid.
I slipped through fingers telling everyone he was so right for me, but I was wrong.
I fell asleep to the roar of a fan on high and realized that's all I've wanted to be.
I just woke up to my phone going off in all directions.
I don't know if I will be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel begging me to come home.
I'm getting nervous and fidgety.
My hands never stop shaking when I think of his voice or his fingertips that were once laced with mine.
 The same fingertips that are now tracing the backs of her neck and carving out her rib cage and I'm sure she laughs.
I'm so hungry for a love I've never belonged to.
I'm so hungry for a love who's hands I was not privileged long enough to know.  
The dreams stop, but sometimes I find myself telling a stranger about the ways he's hurt me.
I once had a dream about a prince who told me he'd basically kick his ***, because I was too beautiful to see broken.
That's the happiest dream I've had since he's been away.
I find myself whispering into my pillows about finding someone who puts me first for once.
Someone, who came to my home when I was upset, just because they knew I needed that.
Someone who sang along to all of my music and not just the songs that they liked, because they knew it made me smile like I used to in warm afternoons when the sun was dancing across my skin.
The days when the sun said "hello," so cheerfully.
Now the sun sits, burning delicate letters of your name into my skin and making me out to be some part of your property.
It feels like the burning of holy water on goblins, and witches.
I wonder how the tip of his tongue feels in her mouth.
I remember how euphoric that used to feel. Sometimes I think if I wasn't so poetic I wouldn't have scared him away.