every time my phone vibrates, I hope your name flashes across my screen.

I know it's irrational to think that you would ever text me, but sometimes hope deceives me.

It's all wishful thinking.

I read somewhere that whatever is meant for you will truly be yours.

Words haunt me now and you continue to stain my skin. When the sun sets and night settles into my bedroom it reminds me of you.

I never told you how I wanted to unwrap your skin,
see what's underneath,
discover why you always feel like home.

Maybe you are nothing more than a lesson I was supposed to learn the first time but kept reteaching myself.

I always thought you would stay every time I left.
That's the thing about patterns, you get used to the rhythm.

I can't remember the last time we spent autumn together.

I can't stop thinking about how you never used to sleep. I hope you are sleeping these days.