It's so silly to me
That I can't just call you and say that I miss you
And then call you the next night to tell you I'm over you
I hate that I can't pull you along these tidal waves of emotion that all trace back to you
Because I could call you
Read you all the poems that put into words what I cannot
Sing you the songs I cry to because nothing can drown out the silence of the space you used to fill
Keep you up all night so you know how it feels to never get sleep because you're plagued with memories and strategies to get them back
I dial your number all the time
To tell you all this because it's so ****** silly to keep it all in

But then your response?
Well the fear of what you might say stops me
Every.
Single.
Time.