my bed
feels so empty
and i wish
you would stand
outside of my house
and throw pebbles
at my bedroom window
and quietly
sneak it
and lay with me
till i fall asleep.
but i know
that even
if you did,
you would be gone
by morning,
not a trace
of you
except for
the faint smell
of your cologne
lingering on my
dark gray pillowcase,
and i'd sit there
with my knees
pulled to my chest,
inhaling your scent
slowly being
washed away
by my saltwater tears.
you'll always hurt me
an i'll always love you.